Chapter 4 - The Groom Draws A Hidden Weapon In Defense

With lightning-fast reflexes, the groom’s hand swept back beneath the tailored jacket of his tuxedo.
A sleek, black firearm materialized in his grip, its barrel leveling steadily at the lead federal agent.
“You’re trespassing on private property, and you’re about six seconds away from a lethal mistake,” the groom warned coldly.
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The federal agents raised their assault rifles instantly, the laser sights painting red dots across his chest.
“Lower your weapon, Julian Vance! Your multi-year cover story officially ended the moment you stepped into this hotel,” the agent shouted.
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