Too Late—Now I’m Married to Your Enemy Chapter 09

Too Late—Now I’m Married to Your Enemy Chapter 09

“Don Luca, are you sure? That means declaring war on both the Salvatore Family and the Rossi Family at once-”

“I said assemble the men.”

“Understood. I’ll handle it immediately.”

Within ten minutes, word spread through every corner of Ironwood City’s underworld-Don Luca was going to crash a wedding.

My Capos set out from every stronghold, each leading their own Made Men, and converged on the church in a massive procession.

Luxury sedans snaked for blocks down the streets, black umbrellas held in perfect formation in the fine drizzle.

It was a show of force the city had not seen in years.

The car turned into a tunnel.

A deafening blast slammed my body hard to the left.

Glass shattered, metal crumpled, and Vinny roared.

The back of my skull slammed against something solid, and my vision went black.

Then silence fell.

I heard the soft drip of liquid.

I opened my eyes-the car had flipped on its side, and the sharp, acrid stench of gasoline filled the

air.

A searing pain shot through my left leg, and my pant leg was soaked dark with blood.

“Don Luca, the car’s gonna blow!”

The second he dragged me out of the window, a fireball exploded behind us.

Vinny crouched beside me, his hand pressed tight to his walkie-talkie.

“The tunnel entrance is sealed off. We’re blocked by cars front and back. All the escort vehicles are trapped outside. This is an ambush.”

“Who’s behind this?”

“Probably the Salvatore and Rossi families. They must have found out you were coming to crash the

wedding.”

Vinny helped me limp forward.

But we both knew it was already too late.

Assassins lay in wait every way we turned.

“Don Luca, Don Salvatore and Don Vittorio send their regards,” the lead gunman said to me.

“Does Gina know?”

“Principessa Gina doesn’t need to know.”

He pointed a pistol at my forehead, and Vinny lunged at him without hesitation.

A gunshot rang out.

Vinny crumpled slowly to the ground.

A sudden hail of gunfire erupted from the direction of the tunnel entrance-my men had finally broken through the blockade.

The lead man frowned, holstered his gun, and waved a sharp hand at his men behind him. ノ

“Move out.”

The next day, I woke up in a hospital bed and spotted an entertainment news report online.

[Yesterday, the two Principessas of the Salvatore Family in Ironwood City married on the same

day…]

In the footage, Gina wore that white wedding gown, walking out of the church arm in arm with

Vittorio.

She was smiling, waving to the gathered guests.

The sun was bright, and white rose petals were scattered all across the steps.

The ward door pushed open.

One of my Capos walked in, his face ashen.

He did not ask after my injuries, only stood by the bed with his head bowed, as if he dared not meet

my eyes.

“Don Luca… the family’s offices were raided last night by the combined forces of Salvatore and

Rossi. All operations across three blocks have been seized, the docks are occupied, and the East Coast supply line is cut off.”

I closed my eyes.

“How many casualties?”

“One third of the men are dead, another third ran off.”

“Ran off?”

I knew I had become a laughingstock.

I had ordered men to crash the wedding at the church, and everyone had expected a bloody battle, only for their Don to never show up.

Of course they were unwilling to follow me any longer.

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, and twisted the signet ring off my finger.

Then I swallowed it whole.

When the nurse came in to change my dressing, she found my face turning purple.

They rushed me into the operating room to extract the ring.

I didn’t die.

They pulled me back from the brink again.

The ring was placed on the nightstand after the procedure.

When I woke up the next day, it was still there.

Cold, polished, and glinting, like a silent taunt.