Prologue

Dante

Summer in the Ozark Mountains

The door to my bedroom suite opened without the benefit of a knock. Under normal circumstances, I would have my gun pointed at the intruder. Tonight wasn’t normal circumstances. It was the eve of my only brother’s wedding. Dario was the person entering my suite. Shooting the future groom wouldn’t be a great way to begin the festivities. Instead, I lifted the decanter of bourbon I’d procured from our ...