WILL
It turns out hell has a basement.
My wedding is not the first to turn bloody in mafia history. In one of the old Sullivan families, the highly valued daughter of the don fell in love with the heir of the arch-nemesis family. The two families agreed to put their past behind and let them get married. However, they were each secretly planning to end the marriage before the couple ever had the pleasure of calling each other husband and wife.
A garden wedding and a few secret snipers later, both bride and groom ended up dead. It has to be one of the shortest marriages in history.
I'm driving as I think about it. I would call it sad how that marriage ended, but I also know I would rather die than keep living without knowing where Cat is.
My phone rings, interrupting me from my thoughts. When I answer and put it on speaker, Esteban's scolding voice comes through.
"Where the fuck did you run off to?"
"Who died and made you my dad?"
