Matteo caught my eye across the chaos. His hand moved to his pocket where the signal jammer waited. I gave him the slightest nod.
"Do you, Abigail Romano, take Luciano Caruso to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Judge Morrison repeated, his voice shaking.
Viktor's thumb hovered over the dead man's switch. "Answer quickly, my dear. Time is running short."
The video feed on his phone showed the hospital nursery. Innocent babies sleeping peacefully, unaware their lives hung in the balance.
"I do," I whispered.
"By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The judge slammed his book shut. "You may kiss the—"
"There will be time for romance later," Viktor interrupted. "Now we have business to discuss."
But Matteo was already moving. His jamme
