The Bride Who Shot My Father
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Three years. That’s how long I chased Lauren.
Three years of begging, of worshiping her, until she finally agreed to marry me.
But at the altar, right as we were supposed to exchange rings, she drew her service weapon.
She pressed the cold barrel of her Glock straight against my father's forehead.
"You son of a bitch," she hissed, her voice vibrating with a decade of pure, unadulterated hatred. "You're the monster who murdered my mentor. Officer Badge Sixty-Six Two-Zero-Five."
"Drop your weapon and surrender. Do it now, or I'll paint this chapel with your blood!"
