Victor Zsasz x Reader
Warning: Murder, Guns, Violence ect.
Today is the day I'm supposed to get married. The day that fucker dies. Just reading the messages, him lying to cover his own arse. The day I was stabbed really was the turning point our relationship, the moment I stopped loving him. Love made me niave to his problems, his lies. I felt decived for so long i just didn't know how to leave because if I did leave i knew I would die. How you may ask, I read messages. He said I was becoming suspicious, if i knew i would have to be killed because i knew too much. There was 3 people that knew we were in a relationship, Mags, Maroni and a man i knew to be called Jack.
This is the only way out I tell myself as I'm having my make up done. The veil is digging in my head, as I'm sat in the rock solid chair. Soon enough that's all over with and i have to put the dress on, I just hope Victor is there. Im broke out of my thoughts when the corset of my dress is pulled almsot too tight,
"The dress is too tight I can hardly breath" I complain
"Beauty is pain, suck it up" My "Sister in law" says.
I just keep quiet as i know its not a battle i'll win. Choose your battles my mother always said. I remember telling my mother about everything, him lying, being part of Maronis crew, the whole nine yards. I also told her I asked a hitman to kill him, granted she didn't agree at first but when i showed her everything and told her if he didn't die i wouldn't make it out alive. She understood what had to be done. Everyone had their assigned seats that way i can make sure my parents don't get hit.
"You ready?" My dad asks
"Yeah, you know where you're going right?" I asks my stomach in knots.
You see i had everything planned, I had 2 phones, one was an old one I didn't use from like a few years a go, I did make sure to wipe everything known about the phone. I had bought a new one when i came to Gotham to make it easier. I planned this carefully not to get caught, I asked Victor about it and he said it fine.
I hear the music start and im escorted down the asle and up to the man im supposed to marry. It was at this very moment that the world seemed to stop.
My heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest, I felt sick, a hot flush washed over me as I stare the man in the face, knowing hes going die and i'm to blame. I didn't want to die so this was the only way I could be free with out signing contracts and a life of silence and isolation. Part of me was regretting it, part of me wanted to be free and have my own life and choices. Standing here in this uncomfortable dress, veil digging in my head, make up on my face, i wanted it to be done. I look out to everyone in the crowd, when I spot him.
The priest was reading out my vows, when i spot Victor, i make eye contact with tears in my eyes I nod.
"Do you ___ take Stefan Michael Russo to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks looking at me.
BANG!
He falls to the ground. I run to "hide", a million thoughts run through my head.
don't trip don't trip, keep running.
I ran to the room my dad escorted me from, I brought my gun just incase someone clocked on. I grab my bag and wait a moment hearing everyone leave. I grab the several bottles of alcohol and shove them in my bag, I take off the veil and jewellery placing it beside the bottle. I hear a knock at the door, I sheepishly open it gun at the ready, its my mum.
"You ok?" She asks. I open the door for her and my dad trails in after her.
She closes the door after her.
"Yeah I'm ok" I say with a genuine smile for the first time in months.
"I want to meet the person that shot him, bloody good shot." My dad says
"Dad? really?" I comment
"Sorry maybe not the right time to talk about the fact your soon to be husband got shot." he mumbles
"Yeah, no shit" I huff.
"Right we going to yours then?" Mum asks
"Yeah can do" I get up slinging the bag over my shoulder.
We walk out the door and walk to the car.
