You turn your gaze to your parents who had a guns pointed to their heads. You couldn't help but gulp as your first husband approached you wearing baggy jeans, no shirt and a tie loosely around his neck. You couldn't help but fear his hardcore bad boy look. He spat on the floor and glared into your eyes before taking a hold of your hands.

Who shows up at a their own wedding dressed like this?

'I can't do this!' you say to your self and proceed to get the fudge out of there but you were stopped by a sudden scream coming from your parents.

“Say I do or they get it!” the mafia boss shouts as the priest asked you both to say your vows.

“Uh...I...do.” you stutter.