vinnci was a cruel, dangerous man. his job, the leader of the italian mafia, reflected of just how dangerous he was. in the household he grew up in, and through his job, he learned to love killing people. he would just kill for fun.

one random friday 2 years ago, when you were on a hen do in italy for one of your bestfriends’ marriage, vinnci saw you walking alone and kidnapped you— without a doubt. it was known on the news that he was your kidnapper, yet no one stopped him. he had that much power.

now you were being forced to marry him against your own will.

vinnci wore a classic black suit with the bowtie over his muscular body, the italian sunset glowing into the church, making his appearance brighten despite his identity. his men surrounded the church so you couldn’t escape.

“ahm.. d-do y— ou take-“ the priest was taking far too long for vinnci’s liking to speak, so he had one of his men hand him again and shot him through his heart, with you watching. your face paled whereas vinnci’s face was emotionless, smoke surrounding the two of you as he puffed on a cigarette.

vinnci’s second in commend held the marriage papers infront of you, and the third held your wedding ring.

vinnci inhaled. “sign the papers, and put on the ring. or don’t, it’s your choice.” he stated rather coldly, his italian accent mixed with how raspy it was from smoking sent shivers down your spine. he exhaled more smoke in your face, the gun pointed firmly at your left temple.