After the Don Chose To Save the Bridesmaid, the Wedding’s Off

Adrian Vale was the Don the whole city feared, and yet he spent three years chasing me, a girl who waited tables.

Then, the night before our wedding, my best friend Nina Ashford and I were taken at the same time.

With the cold muzzle of a gun against my forehead, I cried out, my voice shaking, “Let Nina go! She’s innocent!”

The kidnapper laughed like I’d told a joke. “Innocent? She’s worth a hell of a lot more than you.”

My whole body went rigid. The next second he leaned down to my ear, his smile pure malice.

“You really think Adrian’s marrying you because he loves you?”

“The day you tried on your wedding dress, he was fucking Nina on your bed.”

“And that black ring, the one that stands for the Don’s power? He put it on Nina’s finger a long time ago.”

I shook my head, over and over, refusing to believe it.

But the kidnapper had already stopped looking at me. He dialed Adrian’s number.

“Mr. Vale, you need to make a choice. Your bride, or Miss Ashford. Only one of them walks out of here alive.”

“Which one do you choose?”

In that instant, I forgot how to breathe.

On the other end, Adrian was quiet for only a few seconds. Then he said it, perfectly calm.

“Let Nina go.”