THE WEDDING
The call was made in silence. Yannis had just returned with Katie, tucking her into bed with the gentlest of hands. She was asleep now, finally safe, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and love. But Yannis was anything but calm. And his father wasn't even pretending to be. Standing at the far end of the estate's study, a thick cigar resting between two fingers, Yiannis' father spoke low into a secure line. His tone was calm, but cold enough to freeze hell itself. "They put hands on my son's fiancée. They drugged her. Stripped her. Photographed her unconscious. That family has crossed a line." The person on the other end said nothing for a long moment, then the voice on the other end hummed in obedience. "Consider it handled. By morning, the Castellenos will be ghosts." Yiannis's dad ended
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