Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170608035530/@comment-13488655-20170822020512

Mason stood at the alter of a church owned by the mob, taking a deep breath as he stood with the whole mob family on one side, smiling and waiting for the bride to show up. Scorch was there too, gripping his hand tightly to avoid the tears of joy. They weren't his real sons but he couldn't help but feel proud over the men they had become. He was sure that their father was looking down at them, proud, glad that despite the odds, they were going to live good peaceful lives.