I bring her hands to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. “This kind of disrespect has to be dealt withimmediately, kiska. Everyone in this room needs to know that you are mine. You are protected by me.You are cherished by me. They have to know that an attack on you is an attack on me and the Bratva as
“Please don’t,” she whispers. “This won’t look good. They already think I’m a distraction for you.Maybe we can let it go and—”
“No. This has to be handled now.” I kiss her knuckles again and then wave for the band to stop.
The music cuts out. The room goes eerily quiet. I turn to Makar’s table and watch as the man’s facegoes white. “My sincerest apologies for the interruption, everyone. But my wife has beendisrespected on our wedding day.”
Muffled whispers move
