Prologue
Dante
Summer in the Ozark Mountains
The door to my bedroom suite opened without the benefit of a knock. Under normal circumstances, I would have my gun pointed at the intruder. Tonight wasn't normal circumstances. It was the eve of my only brother's wedding. Dario was the person entering my suite. Shooting the future groom wouldn't be a great way to begin the festivities. Instead, I lifted the decanter of bourbon I'd procured from our father's supply on the first floor of this mansion. Our father wouldn't miss the Blanton's Silver Edition Single Barrel, not with the ample supply of liquor at his fingertips.
“You missed your rehearsal dinner," I said with an upward twitch of my lips. “I was beginning to think you'd miss this rambunctious bachelor party."
Dario hummed as h
