Page 99 of The Silencer

I don’t know if he ever took it off, probably just paraded it around since Bane clasped it around his neck.

I blow Bane a kiss and then turn my eyes back to Angel at the makeshift altar overflowing with blooms from the garden, as they both repeat their vows and then lean forward to kiss. It’s quick and cold, nothing passionate about it. And even though I shift angrily in my seat, my body vibrating with frustration, Angel seems unperturbed.

He just turns around, facing us all, and lifts their linked hands in the air, beaming with tears tracking down his cheeks.

I don’t even look at Anthony. I can’t. I will gouge out his eyeballs.

But I can feel his gaze moving from his son to me. Diablo is sitting in the front row, twitching nervously and whispering continuously to Skylar. I bet he’s seeing what I am. I know he and Angel are close. They’re twins after all.

They have an innate connection.

I’ll have to chat with him when I can. I was so busy filling Matty in on all my theories that I haven’t had a chance to chat with Angel’s brother.

Anthony leans over to me, his lips brushing against me softly. Even though I’m furious, his proximity makes me shiver. “You can’t stay mad forever.”

“Watch me,” I hiss and then smile at Angel when he meets my stare.

“Thank you,” he mouths, and I know he means thank you for behaving. I didn’t jump up and protest at all. I sat there like a good friend and watched him sign his life away.

He and Mikhail walk arm in arm off to the side to sign the marriage certificate to make it official, while everyone starts to stand, making their way to the area where food will be served. Guards are omnipresent, guns slung on their backs as they keep watch.

I realize that if anyone were to strike, today would be the day. We’re all here.

And yet, I feel safe. Mikhail came with his own army. They’re dangerous, cruel. I can feel it.

For one brief moment, I understand why Anthony thought this would be best for his sweet Angelo, and yet I’m angry all the same.

I’d never. Never in my life. Angel would have been safe at home.

This was more than just safety. It was business as well.

Anthony gained something from this, and I can’t let that go.

I stand up quickly and make my way over to Diablo and Skylar, who are standing near a table of food.

“Hello, sorry to interrupt. I’m Tatum. I’m friends with Angel.”

Diablo’s eyes sweep over me and they narrow. “Yeah, he’s told me about you.”

He folds his arms across his chest, and I lean a little closer. “Are you just as mad as I am?”

“Oh, more so. My dad better watch out,” Diablo grumbles, and I sigh in relief. At least someone is on my side. I’m not alone in this. “And my brother’s new husband better as well. I will cut him to pieces if he harms him or makes him sad.”

“Diablo,” Skylar grumbles above him, but Diablo ignores him.

“I’ll let you come with me to do that, if you’d like. I can let you borrow one of my saws.”

“Perfect,” I say without hesitation and then feel Anthony move up behind me, his hand going to my waist.

I wiggle out of his touch, and his teeth grind, which causes Diablo to grin evilly at his father.

“See you’ve met your match, Daddy-o.”

Anthony’s eyes flick to his son, and he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t even be here. I explicitly forbade you.”

“And yet, here I am.”

“We’ll be leaving tonight. Don’t worry, Boss. I’ve got him,” Skylar chimes in, his voice low and calm.