Chapter 8 - The Hostage Situation
The local police officers froze, staring at Mark's federal badge in absolute shock.
Ryan’s triumphant smile instantly evaporated, replaced by genuine, unadulterated terror.
"FBI?" Ryan whispered, all the color draining from his bloody face once again.
Mark nodded, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
"I haven't just been planning your wedding, Ryan," Mark said coldly.
"I have been building a federal embezzlement case against you for the last eight months."
Mark walked over to the police officer and handed him the federal warrant.
"Uncuff her immediately," Mark ordered the local cop.
The officer quickly unlocked my handcuffs, stepping back with a respectful nod to the federal agent.
I rubbed my sore wrists and immediately pulled Amelia into a tight, protective hug.
Mark turned his attention back to Ryan, pulling out his own set of handcuffs.
"Ryan Miller, you are under arrest for federal wire fraud, embezzlement, and attempted murder," Mark announced.
As Mark moved to cuff the groom, the entire room erupted into cheers and applause.
But amidst the celebration, everyone briefly forgot about the other monster in the room.
My sister suddenly lunged toward the massive, tiered wedding cake sitting on a nearby display table.
She wasn't going for the cake.
She grabbed the long, serrated silver cake knife resting beside it.
Before anyone could react, she sprinted across the floor and grabbed Amelia by the hair, ripping my daughter right out of my arms.
"Nobody move!" my sister screamed, holding the sharp edge of the blade directly against Amelia's throat.
The ballroom descended into absolute pandemonium.
Guests screamed in terror, scrambling toward the exit doors in a massive stampede.
"Mom!" Amelia cried out, terrified tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
I felt my heart completely stop in my chest.
"Let her go!" I shrieked, taking a desperate step forward.
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My sister pressed the blade closer, drawing a tiny drop of blood from Amelia's neck.
"If anyone comes near me, I swear I will slice her open!" my sister threatened, her eyes completely manic.
