My Nightmare Wedding part 2

Victor's POV

Blood?.

Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.

“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”

I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”

The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job."

Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.

The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain through my body, and the metallic scent of my own blood filled my nostrils. When we got there, one of the guards cursed loudly.

“She’s gone!”

I stiffened. Camilla?.

“What do you mean gone?” the other barked.

“The girl! She escaped!”

The first man took off running to alert the masked man, leaving me alone with the second guard. He muttered under his breath, yanking at the ropes to tie me up.

Big mistake.

The moment he leaned closer, I slammed my forehead into his face, the crack of bone satisfying. He stumbled back, clutching his nose, and I took the chance to trip him with my leg. As he fell, I grabbed the nearest chair and brought it down on his head with all the strength I could muster.

The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

My breaths came fast and shallow as I leaned against the wall for support. Blood loss was catching up with me, but I shoved it aside. No time for weakness. I staggered to the window and saw it—a poorly tied rope of torn fabric dangling down the side.

“Smart girl,” I muttered.

Climbing down was torture. Every move sent a fresh wave of pain through my side, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. The trail of blood I left behind wasn’t ideal, but I couldn’t stop now.

When I reached the garden, I slumped against a bush, trying to catch my breath. My hands pressed against the wound, but it was no use—the bleeding hadn’t stopped.

Footsteps.

I tensed, muscles coiling as voices drew closer.

“Over there!” someone shouted.

Instinct took over, and I crouched low, ready to fight. Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth.

I drove my elbow back, hearing a grunt of pain before I spun around.

“Easy, boss,” a familiar voice said.

“You?” I stared at the man my father had newly hired to be my bodyguard, his face scrunched up in irritation as he rubbed his ribs.

“That’s not how you say hello” he grumbled.

I let out a breath of relief, but my tone stayed sharp. “Where’s Camilla?”

“She’s safe,” He said, pulling out a knife. “But you won’t be much help to her if you bleed out.”

"Let me fix this.” He said

The pain was blinding as he worked, digging the bullet out of my side. I bit back a scream, my fingers curling into fists.

He ripped my sleeve to tie off the wound.

“That suit was custom cut. It's expensive!” I snapped.

“And now it’s priceless,” he shot back with a grin.

Our banter was cut short by distant shouting. He handed me a gun, his expression serious. “Two bullets. Make them count.”

“What’s the plan?” I asked.

“On three, I cover you. You run.”

I opened my mouth in an attempt to argue, but he shoved me real hard.

“Go!”

I had no choice. Gunfire erupted behind me as I ran, my side burning with every step. I stumbled upon a shed near a cliff and ducked inside.

It was pitch black. My breaths echoed in the confined space as I pressed myself against the wall.

The door creaked open, and flashlights swept through the darkness.

I fired my first shot, hitting one of the men square in the chest. The other started firing wildly, bullets ricocheting off the walls.

I pulled the trigger again. Nothing.

“Damn it!”

The man advanced, but before he could fire, a loud clang echoed through the shed. He crumpled to the ground, and I blinked at the figure standing over him.

“Camilla?”

She glared at me, gripping a metal pipe. “What took you so long?”

“Had to stop for coffee,” I muttered sarcastically, limping toward her.

Before we could move, the doors slammed shut. The faint smell of gasoline hit me, and my stomach sank.

“They’re going to burn us alive,” Camilla whispered, her voice trembling.

I grabbed her hand. “Not if I can help it, this way.”

We moved toward the back of the shed, but flames had already started licking at the walls. Camilla froze, her eyes wide with fear.

“Camilla, we have to move!” I shouted.

“I—I can’t,” she stammered, her body shaking as she looked into the flames.

I didn’t have time to argue. I grabbed her and dragged her through the flames.

We burst out into the open, only to find ourselves trapped between the fire and the edge of the cliff.

“We have to jump,” I said.

She shook her head violently. “Oh hell no!”

I didn’t give her a choice. I shoved her off the edge and followed, the water cold and icy.

When I surfaced, I couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Camilla!” I shouted, scanning the water.

Then I saw her—sinking.

Cursing, I dived back under, grabbing her and pulling her to the surface.

By the time we reached the shore, I was gasping for air.

“Why didn’t you swim?” I asked, glaring at her.

She looked away. “I don't know how to.”

“What do you mean you don't know how to?, you've won at swimming regionals every fucking year!"

I barked out a laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting me. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She glared at me, water dripping from her hair. “This isn’t funny.”

“Anyways,” I said while getting up, "We’re getting married today, we better get a move on” I said, already on my feet.

She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you insane? Not a chance.”

I ignored her protests, hoisting her over my shoulder and flagging down a cab.

“There you go" I said as I shoved her into the backseat of the car.

Sitting beside her, I couldn't help but feast my eyes on her wet look, her body drenched from head to toe, I looked and stared down at her breasts which I must admit looked good enough to eat.

I'm hard!

“Shit!" I groaned, trying to hold myself from grabbing her waist and fucking her hard at the back seat of this car.

She must have noticed, because next thing I knew, she was using her hands to cover herself up.

I leaned in as I whispered, “It's nothing I haven't seen before." Using my signature smirk to seal the deal.

“Perv" She snapped and I lightly chuckled, amused.

*****************

After about 30 minutes, we arrived in front of the wedding venue, Camilla got down first and then I followed, leaving drop of blood stains on the seat of the car.

“Hey man, c’mon" The driver said, displeased.

I reached into my pocket and took out a 100 dollar bill, handed it to the driver and told him to keep the change.

“Here you go"

“Why thank you sir, and happy wedding day" He greedily said, driving off into the busy streets.

It didn't take long for everyone to come out to meet us. Camilla’s Father rushed to embrace her, his face filled with concern.

“We have to postpone this wedding,” he announced, facing my father.

My father stepped forward, his expression as cold as ever. “If this wedding doesn't hold today, then the deal is off. Or have you forgotten so soon.”

There was tension in the air, Camilla's Father kept silent, his hands clenching into a fist.

Then, Camilla broke the silence.

“It's alright papi," She calmly said, looking at her father then almost immediately turning to me. “Well come on, are we doing this or not"

We both walked to the alter and held onto each other's hands as we said our vows.

Do you Victor Reaper, take Camilla Estella, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

"I do”

"And do you Camilla Estella, take Victor Reaper, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

This was it, standing in front of me was Camilla Estella, the girl my Father had arranged for me to marry, I didn't love her one bit and yet, seeing her in her torn wet wedding gown covered with mud, I couldn't help but think if maybe, just maybe we could make this work.

“I do" Said Camilla, sealing the vows.

"If there's anyone who thinks that these two should not be wedded, speak now or forever hold your peace” The priest asked which was customary at weddings.

Everyone kept shut. I looked towards the hallway doors, as if waiting for something to happen. What was this? Some Romcom? I laughed at the thought.

“You may now kiss the bride"

Hesitantly, we both leaned in for a kiss, but then were stopped midway.

"I object!”

Everyone turned their backs to look at who had said that. It was a lady in a furry white coat, she had long luxurious hair that shimmered in the lights and her pale blue eyes reminded me of a warmth I had felt before, long ago. It couldn't be.

I stood there frozen up, stuttering as I tried to speak. I moved towards her slowly, not breaking eye contact even for once.

“Isabella?” I asked, not believing my eyes.

She moved to me and landed a kiss on my right cheek.

“Hello Victor. Miss me?"