A Billion Vendettas
By: Jessa YorkMy woman, from the wrong side of the tracks.
In the dress of her dreams.
About to walk down the aisle to me.
We’d gotten legally married months ago.
But, somehow this—today—what we were doing here, now—this felt more official.
Saying our vows not only to each other, but in front of God, and the world.
Swearing that she’d be mine for eternity.
Because she would be.
She already was.
From the moment she’d opened the door to my hotel room—I knew.
I just knew.
I knew that I had to have her.
I knew that I needed to wake up to her beautiful face every morning for the rest of my life.
She’d shown me beauty, but she’d also been the first to show me true love.
And joy.
And what self-sacrifice really meant.
And fucking joy.
Never in my life had I laughed as much as when I was with her.
Even from the start, she’d shown me her vulnerability.
Which then lead to really knowing who she was, and what made her tick.
It was easy, really.
All my Eve required was a steady dose of eighties movies and popcorn, food truck delicacies, every hair, and makeup product known to mankind, and every cheesy, romance novel far, and wide.
Oh, and my heart.
Which she already owned.
And she had since the day we’d met.
Yes, I’d paid Eve for her services that day, but she’d somehow also managed to steal my heart.
And somehow, by the grace of God, she’d given me hers.
Yes, Eve had shown me how blindly I’d been walking through life for decades.
Until now.
Now, all I wanted to do was throw her on whatever flat surface was nearest, and do my utmost to plant a baby inside of her curvy body.
I’d never in my life felt such an urge before.
For sex?
Yes.
But to procreate?
Never.
With Eve, though, I knew I needed to make babies with her.
Now.
Yes, we had challenges in front of us.
Challenges that we’d overcome.
We just had to.
I was eager to see Eve’s wedding dress—and also what was underneath.
Whatever she’d chosen for our wedding night was bound to be fucking fantastic.
I couldn’t wait.
But first, I wanted to say our vows in front of everyone here.
I wanted us to tell, and show the world how much we loved each other.
How committed we were to each other.
How I wanted nothing more than to fill up her womb for the foreseeable future, and build the life that she deserved.
Nothing but the best for my Eve.
The low hum of the guests started growing. They must be feeling restless as well.
“Come on, Eve, hurry that curvy ass of yours up,” I whispered under my breath. I gazed down at my watch and frowned.
She was now ten minutes late.
Something tingled down my spine.
“Go,” I said to Carlo, “check on her.”
Stefan was about to speak up, when a distraught Asher barged around Beatrice, and ran halfway up the aisle.
“She’s,” he said, completely out of breath, “Eve’s gone. Someone took her,” he gasped, fighting for air, “there’s blood everywhere.”
My mind, and my body synced into action.
Before I knew it, I was pushing past Asher, and into the entryway. I ran to the open door where Eve was.
Where Eve was supposed to be.
Maybe he was mistaken?
Maybe Asher had checked in the wrong room?
Maybe Eve had decided to wait in a different room?
My mind flipped over different scenarios as to why my wife wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
Did Asher say ‘blood?’
Or had I imagined it?
He couldn’t have said that.
If he had said that—he must’ve been mistaken.
Today was our wedding day.
Nothing bad was going to happen.
I turned the corner to see a man on the floor.
One of our guys.
Either passed out or dead.
“Fuck!” I shouted as soon as I saw him.
This couldn’t be good.
I burst through the open door and looked around.
Asher was right.
Blood.
That knot in my stomach twisted tighter as soon as I spotted a long, delicate veil on the floor.
Spattered with blood.
Not a yard away from that sat a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Blood smeared on the white carpet beneath.
“What the hell happened?” I roared as I raced up to the flowers.
Ice ran through my veins when I got closer and spotted the gold necklace I’d bought her in Italy.
