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DECKER

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FIVE DAYS AGO

The Mancini Wedding—Long Island

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Ihaven’t seen Nathanfor months, even though we are both Dark Kings. That’s what happens when you are both undercover.

However, we served together in the Marines for years, so I know him like a brother.

Something is up.

I can see the tension in his shoulders and not because at least six mafia families and celebrity guests are currently seated on the Mancini mansion's lawn waiting for Joe Mancini’s daughter to walk down the aisle.

To marry our best friend, Connor.

Who looks equally fucking stressed.

As does Mack, another fellow Dark King, who is standing up as his best man.

I lean against the fence, my sunglasses covering my eyes, and act like I don’t give a fuck.

I do, but I can’t.

Pablo Garcia, the head of the Mexican Cartel—and my boss - is a few feet away from me, and, as far as he’s concerned, I don’t know these men.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

Nathan and I have crossed paths in our undercover roles a few times and moments ago, we acknowledged each other casually.

It’s a carefully refined act.

Once every couple of months, we try to catch up in NYC at the Dark Kings headquarters, where we get to let down our guard, have a few beers, and they get their ass kicked at pool by me.

Then, we do a debrief on where things are at this time.

So, Idogive a fuck because these are my boys.

I sense a volatile situation, and I don’t love that I’m in the dark here.

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