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didn't want to be in. I was holding a bouquet of flowers that I hated. I hated

r, the more I didn't recognize myself. It all happened so fast. Enzo linked my hand w

n I was going to marry, and I didn't even know his name or what he looked lik

He was shorter than me, in an expensive suit, and wore too many gold jewels. This man was my grandmother's

ing in my throat. I was shaking so hard, and I couldn't hold back my tears if you had a gun to my temple. He did

e sex with him, and the thought made my already broken heart crack again. The

really force me to be with a man our nonna's age, a man who would probably

shut up forever. "The priest's voice came through, a

e. Please. Anyone. Oh,

e missed it. He hit the man I was supposed to marry between the eyes, and his body fell t

aded the interior like ants. The sound of guns ricocheting an

s of crying and bullets piercing the air and hitting too many bodies to be count

died right here. I could see Enzo's men bringing

med and grabbed my sho

es hitting the ground and orders in different languages. I could see Enzo with

ulders and I blinked at him.

fight against them, and they overpowered him. Marcelo swore in Italian and ran to save him, only to be ha

cene from a movie come to life. The army of men parted like the Red Sea, an

and as if the war had not broken out in the church, they all went to sit down. Blood painted

. An artful darkness surrounded him without pain, and despite his

s his walk and the way his boisterous confidence seeped out of him with every step he

and spat on all the floors. I never knew that so much blood could be torn from someone before.

visible aspect of this man was his hands and neck, which were incredulously riddled wi

ut something strange was haunting me and pulling at the back of my mind. I had se

had a rough diamond-shaped face with a thick stubble on his face. His dark brown, almost black, hair was a mess,

ageous blue-green color. It was as if God didn't know what color to give her, so he offered her

tions. How on earth did he know what my favorite flowers were? My eyes went to his hands, and the

to distinguish the letters. Anyway, it was scandalous that my n

him in the face with them. I didn't want to get married, it was a know

ck was real

y like it was a garbage bag and stood where he was standing. He crossed his arms over his chest, and without a word or a

deep, hoarse voice spoke, a

hts, monsters hidden in the clo

and the man holding the gun burst out laughing. "Y

ed loudly, and everyone in t

name? "The priest trembled as

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ith disbelief, and I looked at this man with eyes filled with shock. My he

, but the fear was inflexible because it rooted me to the ground. No one knew a single f