The Love From Vengeance

45 BULLETS IN THE AIR

ARIEL’S POV

“Tomorrow? Are you really sure about that? I mean, your grandfather’s funeral just took place today.

We can’t just go ahead with a wedding,” I brought out to Luke.

Of course, I did like the fact that we were about to get married once again. The vengeance was surely going to take place. But I was still human, and I had feelings. Since Sir Reynold’s funeral took place today, I think the wedding should be shifted to next week, to avoid heartbreaking moments, and unnecessary talks from different folks.

Luke looked at me, his eyes were all red. “I know. But that’s what he wanted.”

“What?” I blurted out immediately.

“I saw it in one of his letters when I went to the hospital. He wrote that I should get married to you the day after his funeral.”

“He said that?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Yes he did. Do you think I’ll be in a hurry to get married to you?”

“What do you mean by that? Am I not beautiful than your girlfriend?” I gave him a sardonic smile.

“I do not have a girlfriend,” he answered coldly, turning his face.

“What about Harriet?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh, you guys broke up?” I taunted, knowing fully well that they were no more.

He glared at me. “Don’t try to be so funny around here.”

Crap! Mason told me the same thing. Was I that bad? I mean, come on, it’s not like I was trying to crack jokes or something.

surprising that this man was trying to act nice now. “Nah, I’m good,” I replied. “Take care, okay? And don’t think too much. But just know that whatever you do, Sir Reynold is watching you, and he will always be

him, before walking away. My phone

look out!” Luke screamed, and as I turned around to look at him. He pushed me to the ground, getting

air, terrorizing everyone present at the scene. Some people were hit with bullets, and I felt so sorry for them. The bullets were still being released, nad I couldn’t help but wonder the people responsible for such

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I struggled to catch my breath, I realized that Luke was shielding me from the upcoming danger. The deafening sound of gunfire pierced the air,

a nightmare. The individuals who attended the funeral, were

all over their faces, they all scampered up and down. Yet, not everyone was fortunate enough to escape the bullets. And I felt so sorry for

heart pounding in my chest, my senses heightened by the upcoming

scent of gunpowder, blending with the scent of fear. I couldn’t help

innocent people? Sometimes,

of wounded individuals, their pain clear in their anguished cries. My heart ached for them, and a deep sense of sorrow

inflicting such harm upon their fellow human beings? This was absolutely brutal. I hope

continued to rain down, and I clung to Luke. I didn’t know, but his

it was never going to come to an end. And I didn’t

be it.

get out of here,”

look. “Are you kidding me? Do you want to get us killed?

No

“Don’t get me wrong here mister, but can’t you see the dead bodies all over

are you so scared

It’s just that I’m

thirties.” He replied, with his

gaped at him, and another gunshot echoed through the air. “What

Luke said, ignoring my question, as he surveyed the whole

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with the idiot leading the way, his hands tightly clasped around