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g the next day. The thought of walking down the aisle filled me with dread, and I wished I could be anywhere b

efore it all happened one terrible night. Mother and I were alone in the house when there was a sudden and insistent k

boots, but then, I heard a series of stabs and screams coming from my mother. He attacked her and slit her throat. Sca

smell of gasoline was in the thick in the air. I gasped, tried pushing the chairs out of my way that's when I saw mother in flames. She was dead long before he set her on fire. I screamed and squealed at the top of my voice, taking the attention of the giant

passed out against the wooden floor. It was hard to know what was going thro

I sobbed lightly, recalling all the times I've had in the past. The fact I couldn't save my

alm. Wiping the tears as quickly

while hugging my rel

I broke of

h for you". His voice wavered as his body shook, unable

n't. I don'

need you to do this for me". He

ith Matteo. I need you

by any man in my life. He'll hate my existenc

vers down my spine each syllable, a jagged knife that cut through me. He'd

ts his employ

d man. He just has his ways of doin

Then why do this?! Why sell me

you to be saf

im by his arms. "Call off the wedding please". I wa

. He said, his eyes

't be happy with him. I will ne

tle whisper, yet it felt like a storm raging

Da

a flat, emotionless voice and then turne

ted his words, his voice wavering wit

ent our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. He was tall and built. Hair a little on the low side. Beard hair shaven clean and mustache well groomed. There was something a

ve, but there was something about him that felt off, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I stepped close to his maddening scent and looked him in his face, but his eyes w

se say your vows to the chu

distant from us all, l

now. He turned to his father again, but it yielded no results

him in the eyes and growled lowly frightening the

forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death d

s Barone" the pr

forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do

now kiss

my cheeks, making sure the audience didn't see. His cologne was even stronger than before hitting my nostrils till I couldn't breathe the air, just

rican, hugged Matteo. His long hair jumping and

amed, patting his back, turning

laughing. His excitement was palpable and beautiful, too. H

it was time to go home with my ne