Chapter five

Ironically, it was the Mexicans as I thought. It was Father. The Lucas were on their feet with their guns pulled out from their holsters. Hearts racing and peace shattered. I was in awe and befuddled as well and pondered on what it was Father wanted to achieve by causing a fight at my wedding.

“Calm down people, it’s only our tradition to shoot a gun to the sky and indicate celebration” he chuckled as he walked straight back on the aisle, directed at the altar. I didn’t even notice when he left his seat.

Antonio’s eyes were cold and the same was that of the others. This time around, I couldn’t help but be tense. Antonio had no emotions on his face. He stood stoic and unperturbed. There was silence amongst all.

Sir Luca advanced Father with coldness. There was something about the way he walked that cringed me. I only hoped this didn’t end in a blood bath. I knew of weddings that ended up in a bloodbath and most certainly I didn’t want mine to end that way. Hating Antonio and the all