Marionette - A Mafia Tale

Four -> Wedding Kill

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"So how do I look?"

"Dashingly hot brother"

Damien opened his arms, hugging his brother, Damon tightly.

"I c-can't believe it! I'm actually getting married to the love of my life" Damon said as tears sprang into his eyes.

"Well, you're one of the few in our family to actually get a proper wedding function."

"Yeah... our father wasn't too interested in this. Thanks for killing him by the way"

"That bastard tried to rape Claire, and that just... pushed my limit"

"Damien, brother, I'm about to get married. Happy thoughts okay?"

"All happy thoughts brother"

The door opened as Damien's sons stepped in, looking handsome in their tux and suits.

"Well hello, boys! Having fun?" Damon asked.

"Not really, it's boring"  William commented, loosening his tie.

Austin jabbed him in the ribs for being rude as William rolled his eyes.

Damien sighed, fixing William's tie properly.

"There's a food counter. Spend your time there, till the wedding starts"

The twins instantly started jumping up and down excitedly and grabbed Mirzaya, dragging him away to the food counter.

Uncle Damon looked at Luke with a knowing gaze and said "There's also a live cooking stand"

Luke's eyes widened in amazement and instantly rushed out without a word, making the others chuckle.

Austin strolled out as well, planning to greet and welcome the guests.

"Where's Claire and Estelle? Are they ready yet?" Damien asked.

"They're with the bride I think... so Dad, can I have a smoke?"

"NO"

Both the brothers said in unison making William roll his eyes again.

Meanwhile with Austin~

The 17-year-old Austin smiled and bowed politely as strangers, guests, and family members entered the wedding hall one by one.

He was already gaining a lot of respect from other men and many laughs from the women. One of the girls had already asked for his number which he politely declined.

Love was a disease that humans created. He did not believe in it and he did not want to get involved in it.

He believed in care though and he cared for his family very much, especially his mother and sister. He would bend and break every moral for them.

As he was welcoming others, he noticed something odd. A lean girl had walked in and was eyeing the drinks, suspiciously.

He watched as she strolled up to them then watched a few of his family members with a cold eye.

He frowned, sneakily going to the drink counter.

The girl eyed the area once more before she took out a tiny packet from her pouch.

And just as quickly, she spilled its contents into the drinks.

The only problem was she didn't.

Someone held her wrist, with a firm hold and she spun around quickly to meet cold eyes glaring into her.