I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In

Backstory

  This has bits of other languages, so translations are at the bottom. Theres a * behind it if theres a translation. If you know the language and a translation is wrong, we're truly sorry, my cowriter and I used DeepL/Google Translate so it might not be right. Drop a comment with the correct term if we're wrong.

TW: Homophobia, cursing

 Grace was twenty-six in a conservative, Christian, Texan family. It was a disgrace to them that she was still unwed, so they set her up with an older, mafia leader... He was forty, and never dated anyone older than twenty, so she was a special case. It was already hard to get her on a plane to London for the wedding, so nobody knew if she was actually going to say 'I do'. All they knew is that if she didn't say it, what would happen after the ceremony wouldn't be pretty. It was right before her wedding when her father and her were arguing.

"But daddy, I don't love him! I'll find someone eventually, it just won't be him!"

"It doesn't matter that you don't love him, what matters is that you've been kissing girls. I saw you in the bathroom with Marie. It was such a shame that I had to fire her, she was one of my favorite maids."

"I was drunk! That wasn't real."

"Matteo will help you overcome your feelings for girls. He's what's best for you."

"How can he be the best for me, when I haven't even met him!"

"I won't let this go any further. You are marrying Matteo, and that's that. Now finish getting ready, the wedding's in an hour, and you still look like a pig."

"But daddy-"

"I won't hear anymore of this bullcrap."

He left, and she knew that this was going to be her fate. She was going to marry that awful man, and never be able to love who she wants. Better get used to it, I guess. She got ready, and her father said she looked perfect. Big change from the "pig" she was earlier, but they were always on and off. During the ceremony the couple said nothing but the pre-prepared vows and "I do" to each other.

In the limousine back to the honeymoon hotel, they said nothing. They listened to the radio and looked out the windows. About fifteen minutes in, 'I Knew You Were Trouble' by Taylor Swift started playing, and Grace hummed along.

About ten seconds in, Matteo said: "Spegnetela."*

Grace didn't know Italian, so she kept humming.

"I said turn that shit off. I can't stand that bitch."

"No," said Grace, while looking out the window. They were riding past this gorgeous forest, she couldn't be bothered to care about anything except the intricate leaves, and their beautiful stems.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" snapped Matteo.

"This is my favorite song, I'd like to listen to it."

"Well you're not." he said as he leaned forward and turned off the radio, Grace simply grabbed her travel bag. It had a few changes of clothes, her wallet, and her phone.

"Why'd you just grab that? We're still fifteen minutes awa-" He was interrupted by Grace opening the side door and jumping out.

"CHE CAZZO!* STOP THE CAR!" Matteo screeched. The car stopped abruptly, and Matteo, along with a few bodyguards that were in the limo with him ran into the woods to start searching for her, but it was no use, she was too far.

Spegatela = Turn that off.

Che cazzo = What the fuck?

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