Stumping upon the floor, his heart raced, whilst he marched forward towards the churches door. Daniel had previously met him, followed by the gang, which all walked right behind him fully armed.
Ismeal heaved a sigh, of the fright he felt, unsure of what did lay ahead, he pushed open the closed doors.
“And now I pronounce you, husband and wife” Ismeal froze as his eyes took sight of those who stood before him, hearing those words which had been said and also viewing the dresses the had on.
“Gianni” Ismael called out in mutters, his step staggering for a moment in disbelief, his own sister had taken his place.
“How could you?“ Daniel queried, walking up towards Giannini's face. “He's our blood, how the f**k could you?“ He screamed, threatening to smack her.
His hands held mid air, in a
