GreecexReader- The Little White Wedding part 1

Part 1: The Hitch

You were excited. Can't sit still, scared out of your mind, head about to explode excited. But why not? You were getting what you wanted, the ring in the box was just the beginning of  a whirlwind of planning and tumbling into bed at night, asleep before you hit the pillow. Heracles's mother, Roxanne, had arrived the day before with her boyfriend, Lucius*, who happened to be Feliciano and Lovino's father. That was how they met and how Kiku got introduced to the Vargas brothers. Apparently Kiku had been an exchange student when Heracles met him, always curious, but he didn't like getting too close to people.
You hadn't wanted a very big wedding, and Heracles would have been happy to oblige you, but Roxanne refused because 'that's not how the Greeks do it'. You took it in good grace, but you just wanted this to be over. The guest list looked miles long, even after Heracles vetoed a few people, including an Ivan Braginski and a Sadiq Adnan of whom he seemed to have a particular aversion.
You were buying a wedding present to be gifted the very next day. You'd actually been in and out of alleys all week looking for a cat. A perfect cat. Something that worried you in the beginning was that he would love his cats more than you, but he didn't. You were in a small, slightly dingy pet store in a rather derelict part of Paris when you found him. A thin black cat with green eyes. Once you'd purchased him you started to walk home, hoping to hide the cat with Ludwig, he would safeguard it until tomorrow. You were striding down the cracked sidewalk when one hand clamped down on your shoulder and another covered your mouth, forcing you to drop the box which tipped over and opened, your gift running off into the gathering night. You tried to scream, twisting in your captor's arms.
"So feisty, mon cher!" a voice exclaimed and the world went black.

You woke up with your mouth tasting gross, your tongue sluggish and a headache. Once you'd stopped being in so much pain from lifting your head and having your eyes open, you looked around the room. You were lying on a bed with a rather thin mattress in one corner and it was dark. You could make out shapes of people moving against a dim yellow light.
"Look, Francis, we caught her so you could have your fun first," an angry voice snapped, "If I'd had my way we'd have left her dead on the street."
"That wouldn't have done much," a second, oddly accented voice said. "If they find her played with it will hurt more. We know you want to hurt Heracles."
"It is sad," Francis sighed, "That one so beautiful has to die." You felt someone walking up to the bed then two fingertip traced from your temple to your neck. "What fun we shall have, ma beauté."
"However," the accented voice interrupted, "We should wait a few days, make them sweat."
"You are right Ivan." The hand left your face. "But I think Sadiq will be driven insane because of his impatience."
"A price we will have to pay, he's already partly insane," Ivan replied. "We all know what we want."

"Shouldn't she have been back by now?" Roxanne fumed, still refusing to let anyone eat until  [name] returned.
"Sometimes she's late," Heracles said with a shrug, "Not often, but sometimes."
"What if she's hurt?" she insisted, "What is she's been killed or kidnapped?"
"Mother, please stop imagining the worst," he chided. Honestly, he was a little worried, too, but he was able to keep it in check until his mother started going on about it.
"Roxanne, would you feel better if Heracles and I went out to look for her?" Lucius asked. This was apparently a day he would humor her. She nodded.
Heracles sighed. "I'll get my jacket."
"And you had better not just be going to some bar! I know what alcohol smells like!" she called after them as they left.
For a while they walked in silence before Lucius asked, "Do you really think the same as your mother about this?"
"I honestly try not to think about it," he said quietly, "I never tell her, but I hate it like hell when she doesn't come back when I think she will."
"Heracles!" a deep German voice called from down the street, the burly figure advancing quickly toward them.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, never having seen Ludwig distressed about something other than Feliciano.
"[Name] was supposed to come by the shop an hour and a half ago," he replied, running his fingers through his perfectly styled blonde hair. "She didn't show up and I thought something may have happened. Have you seen her?"
"No, she went out saying she would be long, didn't take her cell phone with her," Heracles said, anxiety marring his features.
Lucius spoke out in the dark, "Well, I think we may have a problem. The wedding is tomorrow and the bride is gone without a trace."
"Time to call in the troops," another voice said. A tall man with long blonde hair who greatly resembled Ludwig stepped from the doorway to a bar.
"May I introduce my father, Everett Beilschmist," Ludwig said, not sounding surprised at his appearance. "Behind him is my brother, Gilbert."
"Did I hear that we have a fight on our hands?" Gilbert's eyes glowed in the darkness, a sinister smile spreading across his face.
"I'm afraid we do."