But just as Marco opened his mouth to suggest skipping the formalities, the sound of a loud car engine echoed through the quiet ceremony space, shattering the stillness.
Both Delilah and Marco turned their heads toward the entrance, confusion crossing their faces.
Marco’s brow furrowed as he exchanged a quick glance with the officiant, who seemed just as bewildered.
Suddenly, the heavy doors to the church swung open, and a group of rugged men marched in.
They moved with an air of purpose, their boots stomping against the stone floor, echoing through the sanctuary.
The metallic glint of guns in their hands made Mary tremble, her fear evident in the way her face drained of color.
She clutched her hands together, looking between Marco and the men, her breaths quick and shallow.
Gin
