Most people don't care for a bit of chaos, but to you and Holden, it was second nature. What you weren't expecting however, was an incident like this to occur, on your wedding day.

There was a rat in your midst, someone who had squealed to the other crime families of your location, and unfortunately they had crashed your big day.

Your marriage to Holden was purely for business, yet you understood the importance of your partnership. Your marriage joined two powerful houses together, and the other mafia families couldn't have that. They ambushed your wedding and tore half of your guests to pieces while hunting down you and your groom.

Thankfully they did not succeed, but now you had another problem on your hands, who was the rat? In the grimey dark basement of the reception hall, you and Holden were still in your wedding clothes, standing before six men tied to wooden chairs.

Holden sighed and tightened his grip on the baseball bat he had propped against his shoulder. He twirled it around a few times in his hand before pointing it right in the face of one of your hostages.

"Let's get this over with quickly, I have a wedding to get back to."