–Damon–
I stayed in my office, commanding my men. Kai had also arranged a few things. Today was the day—the wedding Tyrona wanted.
The family? They were already dressed in black, as if attending a funeral. Grandpa Reagan and Grandma Olivia stayed behind.
I headed downstairs in casual clothes. My brother was wearing a white suit, probably to mock Tyrona. We looked at each other for a long moment before both of us laughed.
"I'm going to steal your bride," he said.
"Yeah, I don't mind."
We kept laughing. But after this, my mother deserved to see her best friend.
We finally headed toward the limousine Tyrona had sent—her men inside. I glanced at my parents, who clearly didn't want to be there. My grandparents wanted to stay, but Tyrona was practically taking them hostage.
