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I walked Tony to the front door. After I closed it behind him, I leaned against it. His revelation put a whole new spin on Marco’s behavior. Not that I could do anything about it. It was all on Marco to change if he wanted to. I just wished my stupid heart would stop hoping he would want to.
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Marco
I was in hell. The rehearsal dinner went fine. So far, the wedding was going fine. Everything was fuckingfine.
Except I had to watch Liam talk to everyone but me. Not that he was ignoring me, exactly. He’d checked in and said hello when he got to the venue last night. He’d listened when I talked about his part of the operation. He’d said thank you. And that was it. No jokes. No sassy comments. No eye rolls. No smile. He barely looked at me.
The worst part was I knew I deserved it after what I’d done. I probably deserved worse, but Liam wasn’t the kind of person to be spiteful. No. He calmly walked out of my life after laying on some pretty heavy truths that I was still trying to accept. Truths that left me feeling unmoored.
I was used to having a plan. I was used to anticipating an outcome and making it happen. The situation with Liam was one huge unknown. I didn’t want to have feelings for him, but I did. I absolutely fucking did. The question was, what was I going to do about it?
My comms came to life. It was Michael. “Marco, one of our cameras picked up the ex-boyfriend coming in through the service entrance.”
“Gabe?”
“On it.”
There was a shout and the sound of a scuffle. A man’s angry voice shouted, “Don’t you know who I am?”
Gabe’s voice came back. “Yeah, you’re the whiny bitch who can’t take no for an answer and who’s now going to jail for violating a restraining order.”
There was more inarticulate yelling, which I ignored. “Michael, did you call NYPD?”
“They’re on their way.”
“Good work, everyone.”
“This guy’s a wiggler,” Gabe said. “I could use a second pair of hands.”
“On my way,” Dante said.
“I’m taking him through the kitchen.”
“Copy that, Gabe,” I said. “Andrea and Pete, discreetly get the bride and groom to the conference room Michael’s using.”
“Roger that, Chief,” Pete said.
“Roger that, Sarge,” Andrea acknowledged.
I continued to scan the ballroom where the reception was taking place, confident my team knew what they were doing without me monitoring their every move. None of the guests knew there was a problem, which was how I liked it. Andrea and Pete approached the happy couple and drew them to the side. The bride looked upset, and the groom looked furious. Andrea put her arm gently around the bride’s shoulders and spoke quietly as she guided her toward the exit.
“Michael and Liam, the bride and groom are coming your way,” I said.
“Copy that, bro,” Michael said.
“Okay. Sorry, copy that,” Liam said.
There were snickers and gentle teasing from the team. I said nothing. I wanted to tease him and make him smile, but that wasn’t going to happen. My team was barely speaking to me. They were all pissed about what had happened with Liam. I couldn’t even justify it with myself, never mind them.
A shout came over the comms and a vicious “Motherfucker!” from Gabe.
I started heading toward the exit to get to the kitchen. “What’s happening, Gabe.”
“The asshole grabbed a knife from one of the kitchen staff and cut me.”
“I’m almost there,” Dante called out.
