The priest recoiled in shock as he put both hands up above his head in surrender. I hoped he didn’t piss his pants. Actually, I couldn’t tell if he had, but I could tell that he had started openly crying in fear. I better shut up and wait until this event ends if I want to keep my head in one piece and on my neck and shoulders.
“Where is my son? Where’s Hayden?” the boss screamed at the top of his lungs.
Great, so his name is Hayden. Not only have I never met my husband-to-be before, I didn’t even know his name. I also haven’t seen a photo of him and so I didn’t know what he looked like. Not that I was interested. If I had no choice but to marry him anyways, what difference does it make whether he’s as handsome as a prince or as ugly as a beast.
The boss turned around and started waving his gun at the rows upon rows upon rows of men dressed head to toe in back suits, the standard uniform of the mafia it seems.
It was a rare sight to see men of various ages shift uncomfortably in their seats just like little kids who have been caught doing something mischievous as they looked anxiously at each other. It was obvious that no one wanted to deliver bad news to the boss.
“Umm…I’m sure that Hayden is on the way boss. You don’t need to worry…” a man who I assumed was one of the boss’s trusted men said as he tried to reassure the boss.
“I don’t need to be worried? Hayden is late!” the boss screamed, his face getting redder from anger.
“He’s on the way boss. Please wait just a little longer,” the man quickly said.
“Do you know where he is? Have you found him?! Answer me!!” the boss continued to scream as he grabbed the man by his collar and started pulling hard on it.
The men looked at each other while they thought about how to deal with the boss and his violent temper. I could tell that Hayden hadn’t been found. To be honest, I don’t blame him for not turning up. I imagined that he felt the same way that I did. Who in their right mind would want to marry a woman he has never met or heard of before? Just like I didn’t want to marry him, he clearly doesn’t want to marry me.
Thank you, Hayden or whoever you are. Thank you for not turning up.
If this marriage fails because he didn’t turn up, then it won’t be my fault. I prayed so desperately like I have never prayed before. I wasn’t a religious person and I hardly believed in God. However, if God is real, please just let me return to my old peaceful life back in the quiet countryside.
“Master Hayden has arrived!”
What?!
“Perfect! My Hayden is finally here!” the boss shouted happily, a smile blooming on his face.
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