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The aisle seemed to stretch forever, flanked by the cold, evaluating stares of every Port Mafia Executive in the room. Your fingers dug into my arm, a mix of shock and revulsion tightening your grip. I adjusted my hat, the silver chain flashing under the harsh ceremonial lights. Fifteen minutes. That’s how long we’d known each other before they shoved us into this farce. As we approached the altar, the silence grew suffocating. I leaned in until my lips were near your ear, my voice dropping to a low, gritty whisper meant only for you.