My Honeymoon With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding Page A

gun! She needed to get Mitchell out of there. She needed to make sure he would live through this. Again she tried to open her mouth to speak…but still nothing.
    “ Get out, bitch!” Leo said as he grabbed Lisa by the waist.
    “ Gun!” Natasha yelled as she found her voice. “Leo, gun!” she said again before a loud bang paralyzed the entire place. People ran around in panic. Women were screaming as the men tried desperately to shield their wives and girlfriends from the gunfire. She watched in a panic as her guests hurried towards the door, trying to escape the nightmare that was meant to be the best day of her life. Her breathing got increasingly labored as she struggled to catch a breath.
    She suddenly felt weak in the knees. It was as if her legs suddenly couldn’t hold her weight. The voices around her became distant as her legs gave in…
    *****
    To say that Natasha Black was over the moon would be a bit of an understatement. This was the woman who was destined to be the newest Schmidt in town, the newest addition to the Schmidt legacy. She and Mitchell were actually expected to be the new power couple. Screw Barack and Michelle; these two would definitely be the new force to reckoned with…at least that would be what the tabloids would be publishing.
    As she walked down the aisle, she not only felt like the most beautiful woman in the room, but also the luckiest. She smiled at the guests as she walked holding on to her father’s arm.
    “ You ready?” Eric asked as they approached the priest. Natasha took a long deep breath and nodded.
    “ I guess so,” she whispered to her father with a smile. She looked over at Mitchell and felt herself melt. He was wearing the classic three piece black suit with a white shirt, a purple bow tie…perfectly in line with the color theme of the day.
    “ Who gives this woman to this union, today?” the priest asked calmly. There was a warmth about him. Apart from the robes he wore, you would have never suspected he was a man of the cloth had you met him in a bar or club.
    “ We do,” Estelle and Eric said in unison. Natasha smiled as her Nan stepped forward and gave her a long hug.
    “ No one has ever looked more beautiful,” Estelle said as she gave her a kiss through her veil before walking to her seat.
    “ I have seen many brides, but you….you make me wonder why I married so damn early,” Eric said. Natasha laughed.
    “ I don’t know whether to be happy or grossed out,” she said in a whisper. Eric laughed and planted a kiss on her forehead. He stretched out his hand and took Mitchell’s hand.
    “ I can already tell that you will make a great husband. Take care of her, she is my most important gem,” he said to Mitchell as he shook his hand.
    “ I plan to do nothing less, sir,” he said with a smile. He gave Natasha a little wink before turning his attention to the priest. He gave the man of the cloth a light nod as a go ahead.
    “ Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honorable estate, instituted of God in Paradise, and into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined,” he began. There was a hush over the crowd as he spoke. It could have been for the respect, the joy or simply just people eager to hear each word coming from the two most important people of the day. Natasha gave Mitchell another smile as the priest went on.
    “ You are both obligated to present forward any reasons as to why there could be a hindrance to the two of you being joined together in matrimony as it is an obligation on judgment day when all the secrets shall be disclosed. So if you, Natasha Black, and you. Mitchell Schmidt, have any impediment as to why you cannot be joined on this day, please say so now,” the priest said.
    “ I have none,” Mitchell and Natasha said in unison. Though everything was going as planned, Natasha was having a hard time