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Then, I pull the hairpin out so fast, it rips several strands of hair along with it. With all my strength, my fist wraps around it, and I shoved the pointy end straight through his left eye. A pained scream echoes through the library.

Everything goes silent for a moment as he holds his bloodied, useless, blind eye and collapses to the ground, and then his brain shuts down, and he is dead.

The man I have decided is no longer my father suddenly gasps in a delayed reaction and jumps back, looking at me, horrified. “My daughter, what have you done? Why have you done this? He was to be your husband. He is a prominent member of the Clans and the church. What will everyone say? What will happen to you now?”

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happens to me nowfather,” I emphasize the last word so he understands exactly how I feel about him. I’m about to spew all the things I wanted to say all these years that he has sworn he’s taken good care of me and been this amazing single father when really, he trapped me between four walls of some kind and called it good. “I’m going to walk out of here, and I’m going to live my life the way I fucking want to live my life, and you’re not going to be in it. None of these people in this room are going to be in it because I’m going to live my own life. I’m going to go back to my friends, I want to do the things I want to do. All my life you’ve put me in a prison. Whether it was a Catholic school, or your rules and ideals, or the four walls that was the room I grew up in, that’s what you did. You never really raised me. I had to raise myself. I saw terrible things. I don’t know why you claim to be this upstanding Christian man when really you’re just as bad as all these people in this room, maybe even worse because you’re doing this to your own daughter. At least all these people are honest about the fact that they are fucking out of their minds. Besides, you wanted me to be a part of the Clans, well, I acted like I was part of the Clans. I took what I wanted, and I killed a man that was going to put me in the new prison. Now I am free. So, you’re going to let me go.”

“All I ever wanted was for you to be safe and taken care of, Elena. I don’t understand why you hold such hatred for me or why you took it out on this poor man. He was a good Christian man, willing to take care of you the rest of your life. He did not deserve this.”

“So you’re going to deny the fact that you are trying to marry me off to a man that doesn’t even like women? He was gay. I know you’re not that blind. You tried sentencing me to a life of misery. To a life in a marriage without love. There wouldn’t even have been any attraction.”

I turn to look at Stefan who is now clapping his hands as if this is the most entertaining show he’s ever seen. What is it about this man? I have heard many things. You don’t have to be in with the Clans to know about Stefan Dalca and his antics.

If there is trouble, he is always a part of it, either because he inserts himself or because he is the one causing it. So, I guess it probably is pretty entertaining for him. “This has all suddenly become so interesting; the only problem is that now there’s not going to be a wedding. The thing is, I put on one of my nicest suits so I could be here and bear witness to this union. No way did I do that for nothing. I mean, look at me. What a waste.”

“Is every man in the damn Clans fucking gay?” I ask in anger, my face probably red with it. I let my hair down the rest of the way, getting ready to leave. I kick off my damn heels and go to walk down the aisle, only to be accosted by Luca, the twin brother.

He grabs me by the wrist at first, and I go to pull away, but when he gets me turned around, his hands go around my throat.

I’m gasping for air, and nobody comes to my aid.

My father is screaming and crying in the corner now, and Stefan is just watching the show along with Annamaria, who is probably still in shock at the fact that I just killed one of her brothers.

This is going to go down in history one way or the other, but I’m not going down without a fight. I just earned my freedom by killing a man. I intend to keep it.

I kick. I scream. I fucking claw at him. But none of it does any good as he chokes me harder. And no amount of injuries seem to deter him like he is one sick fuck getting off on it, or maybe a fucking robot.

He brings his teeth right to my ear, nipping at it, and then he informs me, “Oh, there will be a wedding. You’ll be marrying me tonight. You see, now that my idiot brother is dead, the residentpussyhimself, I’m the Clan leader for the Ungurs. And so, you are now betrothed to me. That’s what the contract is for, and you’ll see here,” from his Armani suit pocket, this one navy and black instead of the charcoal of Isaac’s, he pulls out a slip of paper. On it, I see that it is a marriage certificate with two names. Those names are Elena and Luca.

“It’s already legal anyway. But I think we owe at least Stefan a ceremony.”

How is this even fucking possible? How would he know that I would kill his brother? It’s not like I told anybody. Was he planning on doing this all along?

This whole family is sick.

“Old man, Pavel!” Luca calls, forcing my father out of the corner. He looks like he could have a coronary at any moment, or just drop dead from the shock. “Unless you want your daughter to die here and now, you’re going to marry us. Let’s get this show on the road so I can take my wife home, thanks.”

With a shaky voice, as I’m pulled back up to the makeshift altar, my father finishes up the ceremony. The vows are rushed, and my arm and neck are bruised from where I am being held in place. I keep looking for a way out, but all I see is Stefan still sitting back and relaxing in one of the lounge seats, watching the show. If there was popcorn available, he would be in it already.

There is no one here that’s going to help me, not even my own father, and that makes me just completely sick.

Once the ‘I do’s’ are said, Luca yanks me to him, his lips crushing against mine forcefully, and then comes something I don’t expect. He pulls a rag from his pocket that smells of this stomach churning sweetness, putting it over my mouth and nose. I know what’s happening to me just before everything starts to go black.

With no more strength to fight him off, I fall to the ground, and the last thing I remember is my hands being tied behind me.

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