I felt the cool metal of the Beretta pistol sting my thigh. Sinister was being justifiably over protective at the moment, and handed me a thigh holster and a pistol.

"I'm right here, Cal. I won't let anything happen to you baby." He kissed the top of my head, holding my hand in his, as he brushed his thumb across my wedding ring.

I nodded, swallowing the fear that crept into my throat.

He gave me one last squeeze, before opening the doors to the dining ...