"Val..." Tony stopped, seeing her face. "Sorry, excuse me." His eyes moved to Luca. "Where is Vee?" Tony asked.
"What’s going on?" Luca demanded.
Tony glanced at Val standing in her wedding gown with panic blooming across her face. "Can I speak with you privately?" Tony requested.
"If anyone moves an inch away from me, I swear to God, I will go batshit crazy right now."
Tony looked miserable.
Val pointed between them, her veil trembling slightly in the breeze. "What the fuck is happening?"
Marco nodded at Tony. "What’s up?"
Tony looked between all of them—the bride in her wedding dress, the groom still holding her hand, Luca standing like violence on a string. His throat worked. "I just got a call from the workers," Tony said. "They found something."
Val frowned. "What workers?"
"The expansion team," Tony answered. "At the pizza parlour."
Luca’s eyes sharpened. "What did they find?"
"Dead bodies," Tony said.
"Bodies?" Val’s eyes widened. "What? Who? How? My God..." Her hand flew to her stomach, and Marco immediately turned toward her, one arm going around her waist. Her veil trembled in the breeze. The glow she had carried out of the church began to drain from her face, replaced by horror, confusion, and the sudden understanding that her wedding day had been ruined.
Luca and Marco exchanged glances. One look. That was all it took. They knew it was Ricardo and Cassidy.
Tony swallowed. "The workers were opening up the back space. For the expansion. They said there was a section of the ground that looked recently disturbed. They thought it was bad plumbing at first, then they dug deeper and..." He stopped, looking sick. "They called me."
Luca’s eyes went cold. "Val, I have to go."
"I’m coming too."
"I don’t have time for this, Val." He snapped.
She recoiled as if he had slapped her.
"Your sister made me promise that you would have a peaceful day," Luca said. "That’s why she left with Voss. Because she wanted today to go right."
Val’s eyes filled instantly. Marco held her tighter.
Luca continued, his voice roughening. "I have to get her out. Peaceful is apparently shot to hell, but you should still have your wedding. Don’t let her effort here today go to waste."
Val shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "How am I supposed to go to a reception?"
"Please... please... stay calm."
Val glared at Luca as he talked her down, her entire body shaking. Her wedding dress suddenly felt too tight. Everything felt obscene now. How could the world still look beautiful?
Marco held her by the waist, but she could barely feel him. Panic had filled her ears with a dull roar. She wanted Vee. She wanted her sister’s hand. She wanted to wake up and pretend none of this was happening.
"Mum," Luca said. "Handle this, please."


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