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I heard the one thing I never thought I would at my own sister's wedding, and that was gunshots. Loud, precise and lethal.

Dariole dropped to the floor with a gaping hole in the center of his head and Lajla gave a scream that was part pain and part hurt.

My eyes, just before they began a quick scan of our surroundings, picked up on the moment rage won over anything else that she was feeling. She hitched her skirt up in the next instant, unstrapping a gun from her thigh and shooting into the air just before she pounced after the shooting men.

They fell like swatted flies, the shooting popped as we all exchanged bullets, some with the need to protect, and others with the mere need to escape.

You might be wondering how we got here? Well, let me take you through this story from the very beginning.

My sister was dressed as a prim and proper lady. What a shock.

I stared on with glistening eyes as she trudged down the aisle on the arm of one of our most trusted employees and Dad's second in