“What?” I mumble under my breath, pulling out one of the magazines and flipping through it to make sure it is what it looks like and isn’t just a cover for some secret kind of communication. But each page is filled with ideas for “Centerpieces that will make your guests jealous” and “How to pick a dress all of your bridesmaids will love.”
I set the magazine aside and pull out two others before I find a binder with a stick note attached to it.
Schedule as much as possible. Do it under my name.
I look up at the soldier, my mouth hanging open. “He wants me to schedule our wedding? Now?”
The man nods once. “Those are the orders.”
I open the binder and see it is a huge list of every company or business the Volkov Bratva has ties to. Every company they either work with or have scared into d
