Chapter 2 - Uncovering The Secret Weapon Inside The Wedding Dress
Adrian Cross remained crouched on the polished marble floor of the Hawthorne Estate bridal suite, his fingers lightly brushing the cold steel of the recovered firearm.
Marcus Hale stared down at his boss in absolute disbelief, his jaw tightening as he replayed the chaos of the past few minutes.
“If this isn't an act of war by the DeLucas, Adrian, then what the hell are we looking at?” Marcus demanded in a low, sharp whisper.
Adrian stood up slowly, dusting off his tailored trousers with calculated composure before fixing his dark eyes on Vivian.
“It’s not an act of war because Vincent DeLuca isn't stupid enough to plant a gun inside a dress his own daughter has to wear,” Adrian stated coldly.
Vivian backed away until her spine hit the mahogany dressing table, her chest heaving as tears spilled over her eyelashes.
“I told you I didn't put it there! Someone else had access to this room before the ceremony!” Vivian sobbed, her voice trembling with genuine terror.
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Adrian didn't blink.
“We are going to find out exactly who walked through these doors over the last forty-eight hours.”
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