An immediate quiver swiveled down my spine along with a little jump as the first gunshot was fired. I instantly moved to Aiden's side, shifting to where his stare was assigned.
A look of malevolence triumph crossed over me. Not at the gore scene of the few hundreds of people crouched down onto the floor while completely terrified for their lives, but at her.
Simona was dressed in an elegant silk lilac dress, matching the others as well as the bride's headpiece. Even though the glass divided the two, I could see how hard-hitting their stare was.
Her eyes unexpectedly fleshed my direction as they rolled up and down my attire, frowning at the white fabric. A lifted my hand, twirling my fingers into a small wave, the grin on my face was simply everlasting.
Aiden's eyes followed her's, leading them to me. His jaw clenched as he reached for my hand.
"Let's get this over with." And just like, we were inside. Everyone stared at us, watching us pass through as if we were ghostly figures. The fear and anxiety bounced off the room, even hitting me a little.
We made it to the self-built alter as one of the soldiers made it through the crowd, collecting all electronic devices. Aiden turned to me, a slight brow hoisted seeing as how my grin had floundered.
His hands found my waist, pulling me closer. I know did it because of our audience, that one person in particular but I wish it was self-imposed.
He dropped his head down to my level, caressing my ear with his palm lips. "Do this for me." Aiden moved back, linking our gaze. "Please."
He didn't have to explain moreover what he had inferred for I knew exactly what he meant. It should have bothered me...Him using this marriage as a gateway out of his tragic circumstances, but then I remembered just how much I needed it too.
I found myself lamenting the situation at hand. How my endgame stood right in front of me, yet, here I was. Falling in love.
All I could do was nod my head, agreeing to his silent entreaty.
Right at the utter acceptance of my feelings for this man, he looked over. I didn't have to turn to see who it was, it would just hurt me even more.
Even though the woman he was getting married to stood right in his arms, his eyes sparkled every time he look her way.
I gently tugged on his chest, signaling my affliction as I neutralized my disheartened expression.
"It's my wedding. I want full control of this operation."
He raised a questioning brow. Before he could ponder on his answer, I reached for the waistband, grabbing the hidden gun.
"What are you doing-"
"Wondering why I would need your permission."
I turned to the crowd, pulling up a grin as cleared my throat. "Okay. This is not a hostage situation. It's still a wedding, just not the one you came here for."
I stepped forward, reaching for the closest person in front of me. I pulled the old man off the ground and back into his seat, dusting off his blazer. "Come on people, get up and seat down."
They all ogled me doubtingly, filling my frustration as they sat back down one by one.
"Now, I don't think anyone should get hurt here." I turned to back to my soon-to-be. "Right, Aiden," I asked, seeking false assurance. He nodded, folding his arms over each other. "See, the scary man agrees. Just sit down and listen and you'll be just fine."
I turned again, fixating on the bride, I signaled her to get up with the gun waving in the air. The gown matched that of her bridesmaids. The silk was beautiful on her Italian skin. Though she was much smaller than me, I was sure we could pass through, because one thing I wasn't going to do was look ugly on my wedding day.
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Romance"You must be really stupid," I said with giggle. "You're way in over your head if you think I'm going to call you my husband. Your ego is starting to get a little bit too big." He took a step closer, completely overshadowing me. "And you must have f...
