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Anger seethes within me as I think about almost losing Adalina, despite my attempts to distance myself from her. I had tried to convince myself that I felt nothing for her, but the truth remains undeniable. There is an undeniable connection between us, a mixture of emotions that I can't quite define. It's a complex blend of obsession, possession, and something more profound. Adalina belongs to me, and now I have arrived to claim what is rightfully mine.
As the priest poses the question, "If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace," a heavy silence fills the air.
"I do," I announce, my hands raised in a gesture of surrender as I make my way towards the altar. My men stand behind me, their guns drawn and ready, prepared for any potential confrontation with the Outfit.
All eyes turn to me, including Adalina's. Alfonso’s expression is filled with rage and confusion.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Fedorov?" Alfonso yells.
"I'm here to stop this wedding," I reply, my voice low and steady.
“What the fuck?” Alfonso shouts.
"Adalina is mine, we belong together, and I'm not going to let her marry anyone else." I don’t back down.
Adalina's father stands up from his pew, his face red with anger. "How dare you come to my daughter's wedding and cause a scene!" he exclaims.
I ignore him and focus on Alfonso. "You don't deserve her, Alfonso. You're a corrupt, heartless bastard who's only interested in power and money. You're not worthy of her."
Mario sneers. "And you are? You're a killer, Fedorov. You're no better than I am."
I step closer to the altar, my eyes locked on Alfonso's. "Maybe not. But at least I'm honest about who I am. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I don't lie to the people I work for."
"Fuck you, Fedorov! Adalina is just a little whore. You know all about that, don't you? She is not worthy of me!" Alfonso's derogatory words towards Adalina make her tremble.
My fists tighten with anger. I am determined to exact revenge on him for disrespecting Adalina, but I remind myself to focus on the task at hand. "Alfonso, you and Maxim Antonovich have been secretly working together," I confront him directly.
I hear surprised gasps from the wedding guests sitting in the pews.
Mario's eyes widen in surprise, and he scoffs. " That's ridiculous. What are you talking about? None of that is true. You are a filthy fucking liar!”
"Maxim confessed to me that he's been working with you - to undermine Paul and Bobby Vincenzio and me.” I reply calmly.
Alfonso laughs. “You are fucking crazy!”
I fix a stern gaze on Alfonso. "Don't play dumb with me. We both know the truth. You and Maxim have been plotting against the Bratva and the Outfit."
Alfonso shifts his gaze to Paul and Bobby Vincenzio, who stand with their guns drawn.
"Bobby, I swear on my life, I am not working with Maxim Antonovich," Mario insists.
"I don't have time for this," I say, turning to Paul and Bobby Vincenzio. "Paul, Bobby," I nod in greeting.
Bobby glares at me, his eyes narrowing. "Fedorov? This isn't exactly the time or place for business."
"I know, but this concerns both of us," I speak urgently, keeping my voice low to emphasize the gravity of the situation.
Bobby raises an eyebrow, displaying his curiosity. "Alright, you have my attention. I'm listening."
"Alfonso and Maxim have been secretly working together. They've been operating a human trafficking operation - kidnapping underage girls and selling them as sex slaves, behind our backs. Alfonso orchestrated Adalina’s abduction with the intention of starting a war between the Bratva and the Outfit. In addition, it's worth mentioning that Angel Gaito, Adalina's father, has a severe gambling addiction and owes a substantial sum of money to one of your casinos. Exploiting his problem, Alfonso offered to forgive Gaito's debt if he arranged a marriage between Alfonso and Adalina. Both Alfonso and Gaito have betrayed the Outfit."
Alfonso dismissively rolls his eyes and lets out a laugh.
“That's nothing but a damn lie!" Gaito angrily exclaims.
Bobby's expression shifts to a mix of anger and disbelief. "These are serious accusations, Fedorov. Are you sure about this?"
I nod firmly. "I am positive. I have evidence."
