Elude

Twenty-four hours before we were to be married, I offered to shoot her. Ten hours before our wedding, I made a mockery of her dying wish. Five hours before we were going to say our vows, I promised Id never love her. One hour before I said I do, I vowed Id never shed a tear over her death. But the minute we were pronounced man and wife, I knew. I knew Id only use my gun to protect her. Id give my life for hers. Id cry. And I would, most definitely, lose myself to a dying girla girl who by all accounts never should have been mine in the first place. I always believed the Mafia would be my end gamepoisoning my heart while it claimed my soul. I never could have imagined it would be my redemption or the beginning of something beautiful. The beginning of her. The end of us.