THREE

THREE

“I won't survive him,Nina” Isabelle whispered. “Please you have to take my place,” she urged.

Don Francesco had mounted armed guards behind the door and all through the hallways.It was impossible to escape.

“Isa,please.You know nothing escapes your uncle’s notice.He will kill me if he finds out,” Nina responded in a whisper.They couldn't let the guards hear what they had planned to do.Regardless, as usual her good heart and closeness with Isabelle couldn't let her refuse her constant pleading.

Isabelle handed the wedding dress to her and she took Nina’s clothes.

The plan was terrifying, but the idea of living with Don Domenico was even more scarier.

Nina wore the wedding dress with the veil making it difficult to recognize who was behind it.They noticed the dress was quite loose because Isa was extremely thick.Her standing sizeable breasts and well endowed ass always made her the center of attention.

Isabelle picked a pin from one of the drawers,she was going to practice her tailoring skills.

“Nina! Why are you taking so long with her in there? Hurry up! The Don needs her,” one of guards who stood outside the door yelled out.

“Be patient please.There's a problem with her dress,” she screamed back while trying not to sound shaky due to fear.

“The Don will not like this.Don't make me come in there”

“I said you should FUCKING wait! We are coming!”

They were almost ready.

They just needed little time.

They heard voices approaching and Isabelle quickly hid behind one of the curtains.

Their plan was complete.

The door opened, and Francesco walked in.His eyes trailed from the woman in the wedding dress to the rest of the room.

He walked towards her,

“You look astonishing as always my Isabelle,” he remarked,his eyes lazily moving to access her body. “Domenico is quite lucky to deserve you,do you know why?”

She shook her head.

“That's because you have the ability to turn any man on, just by mere looking at you.You're fierce,innocent,smart …”

And in a split second,he thrust a knife into her stomach. “But not too smart to outsmart me.”

Nina screamed and fell to the floor.

“Isabelle come out now! Don't make me get you,” he said,his eyes on the exact spot where she hid.

Isabelle rushed out and ran towards Nina.

She had gotten the only person she could trust killed.

“Nina—aaaaa!” she cried out,her screams echoing loud throughout the room.

“Did you think I was going to leave you unguarded? My men might be stupid enough not to notice but not my cameras,” he revealed.

The guards ran in and carried her off Isabelle.

Giulia arrived.

She was always everywhere.

“Make sure she gets dressed and is out in few minutes.If anything goes wrong…”

“Don't worry.She'll be ready now,” Giulia interrupted.She was smarter than Nina to know that Francesco was not someone to betray.

“A new wedding dress for the bride,” another maid who had walked in announced.

As soon as Francesco left,Giulia dragged her off the floor and threw the wedding dress towards her.

“I didn't think you’ld be so foolish.Get dressed! The guests have arrived”

She stood firmly as Isabelle wore the dress and her heels.She didn't want to end up like Nina.

She summoned the makeup artist and in a matter of minutes,Isabelle was ready.

Giulia handed her the bouquet of  flower before leading her out of the room.

“Finally.I was thinking someone might have to die again,” Francesco muttered,he had been waiting outside the door for them.

He stretched out his hand and Isabelle encircled hers into his.

They walked towards the church.The guests had arrived.The slow music had started playing.

Her to-be husband stood at the altar,his face beaming with smiles.Tears slid down her cheeks, she had tried everything she could to escape today but she didn't succeed.She only ended up being the cause of another’s death.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the bouquet,each step down the aisle dragging her closer to doom.

The priest began the session.She barely heard him,not when her heart pounded furiously against her chest,drowning everything else.Her lips parted to say her marriage vows and then—

A LOUD BANG!!!

A single gunshot erupted through the air causing a disarray in the church.

Screams broke out with some people looking for a place to hide and the others screaming and running.The window glasses shattered,with some pieces of it burrowing into the skin of a few people.

Men in black burst in through all the doors leading to the hall,weapons raised,they seemed to continue coming in—and coming in.

Domenico’s men had raised their weapons as well.

The shooting had begun.

“EVERYONE DOWN,” someone shouted.

Isabelle fell to the floor,the gunshots echoing in her ears.Looking left,she could see her uncle running.

Few of Domenico’s men had escorted him safely out,while the rest held their guns—shooting.

This was her opportunity.

Rising up admist the chaos,she held her gown.She ran towards the exit.And once she was outside,she yanked the veil off and her heels.

“LUCIANO,MARCO,DON'T YOU DARE LET THE BRIDE ESCAPE!” she heard a deep angry voice shout out,sending chills of fear through her body.

That alone was enough to increase her pace.Running as fast as she could,she decided she wasn't going to look back.

She found herself in the woods,yet she could hear them,hot on their chase.

“I SEE HER,” one shouted

“GET THE FUCKING BRIDE!”

Isabelle winced,the moment she stepped on something sharp.She looked down and yanked the root off,with a little blood spilling on her dress.It hadn't burrowed in too much.

But it was enough to make her limp.

She dare not look back.

‘Is either I die running or I die running,’her inner voice said.

Determined not to get caught and with her feet hurting,she hid behind a large rock.Still panting,she gripped the edge of her wedding dress and tore out a part with her teeth.

She was bleeding profusely.

Wrapping the cloth round her leg,she heard a voice,

“She went this way.She couldn't have gone far in that dress.”

Isabelle on hearing the voice so close to where she was,stood up.She tried to run but her injured foot wouldn't let her.

Instead,she continued limping yet still trying to run.

Not until she felt a shadow move in front of her.

It was too fast,because now she was looking at two bulky men that made her look so petite compared to them.

She turned swiftly,hoping to use the other path as an escape route.

But then there was another.

They surrounded her.

One of the men who she had seen first spoke up, “You are one fiesty little thing,aren't you?”

Isabelle ignored him.

She turned to the other side.She was going to do something crazy.

Run,even with the scary men in her way.

As if they had read her thoughts,

“Don't move.I have a gun pointed at your head.”

Regardless,she turned around which was when she felt a piece of cloth covering her head,removing her sight.

Still shocked by what was happening,the man took advantage of her delayed and confused reaction.He lifted her up and threw her over on his shoulders.

Isabelle began doing what she knew best.

Kicking.

Screaming.

Not until she felt something being stabbed into her arm.

She struggled to stay alert,but then she felt her body go lax and darkness came over her.