Marrying The Devil

Checking the time on his watch, he waited in the foyer for the driver. Vincent wouldn't mind driving over there himself, but things change went you start to climb the ranks. Besides, what if the FBI is hiding out? Too many risks and chances to ponder over. The driver is one of the soldiers that works for him; the guy was the first man Vincent made apart of the family; he's not a bad driver.

Hearing brakes outside, he pushed his sleeve back up then went outside. Vincent got in the backside then waited as the other guy drove over.

The ride over was not very long; it had only took almost an hour to arrive at the manor. Vincent leaned to look out the window. He couldn't remember much of it since he's only been there less than a few times, but the size of the place was insane to say at the least. The manor does look elegant and the place is lit up.

By the time the vehicle was close to the entrance, the boss made the driver park it then got out of it. Vincent gave a short wave to the soldier before watching him drive off. He straightened his tie and fixed his suit jacket while looking up at the sky. Vincent checked his watch one more time then walked in.

The ballroom area was full of people in every corner. Vincent could barely see anyone he would know even if he got on the top of his toes. He wondered if anyone was undercover as FBI or a possible enemy. Events like these rarely finish without at least one conflict. All he could remember from last year was beating the lights out of a guy who dared to show his face around the boss.

Not a single firearm was on the man; of course there's some in the vehicle that took him here but the soldier would have to come over to hand it over. This does not mean Vincent's empty-handed though, he does have a spring assisted knife hidden somewhere on him; just in case. Vincent isn't expecting anything to happen this year though, what can he do anyways? As a higher-up man and being in his "fiancee's" home, there's no use.

He took a deep breath as he walked around the place. Briefly talking to others, especially those that work for him, and having a glass of champagne, the man tried to make use of his time.

Chatting could only be worth so much time before it fell through. Vincent found himself in the back leaning against the wall. His eyes wandered around trying to take in each part of the scene. Talking and laughter filled the atmosphere mixing along with the music. Eventually he caught a glimpse of Cheryl coming down the stairs then talking to other people. Rolling his eyes, he took another sip from his glass before going back to glancing again.

Should he go over and talk to her? No? Yes? Vincent wondered if it was important since he's just a "little brat" and all. If he did approach her, what would the guy even say? He doesn't want to look awkward or hesitant around anyone, even the woman he's forced to marry. Oh, if only his glass could automatically refill itself.

Screw it. Downing whatever was left in the champagne flute, he decided to head in her direction. What's the worst thing that could possibly happen?

On the way over, he sat his empty glass on a server then picked up another one. His stance became stiff with each step. Vincent still didn't have anything else planned besides get Cheryl's attention. Now that could possibly be a strange thing, yet he wouldn't know. Taking another sip, he rolled his shoulders back then let them drop. Then, he gently tapped her on the shoulder.

Taking a step back, Vincent held the champagne flute tightly. His eyes gazed at Cheryl for a brief moment then they glanced down. As a way of greeting, he just gave a tiny nod. The expression on his face was like stone. Their meeting from before wasn't the best, it was dreadful at least for him. He had to admit that he felt bad for her. "Are you busy right now?", he asked.

A strand of his hair fell in front of his face. Vincent looked up at her while tucking it behind his ear. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about earlier.", he sighed," Also I know you might be disappointed or not looking forward to the wedding, but just tell me if there's anything you need; I'll try my best." After taking a sip from the glass, he tried to give a small reassuring smile.

He shook his head while rolling his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure you did.", he chuckled,"An angel is not the type to do so at all or so they say." Vincent couldn't help but notice the lock of hair. Wanting to point it out, he hesitated while frowning at himself. Instead of saying something, he gently moved it away from Cheryl's face.

He caught himself having a tiny grin for a short moment. Vincent cleared his throat while looking down at the floor again. "No, don't say that. It's perfectly fine; I'd probably say the same thing to you, actually.", he reassured.

Vincent couldn't help but squeeze his glass tighter. Did he really just hear that? Out of all the bullcrap he hears from soldiers and other business partners, this has outdone it. His mouth gaped open while his head turned to the right out of confusion. "Oh Madone; it's not just me, but you agreed to this too. Right?", he sighed,"Don't tell that to my mother or she'll grab a gun."

"Cheryl, being in the mafia means that words are no use to anything; actions are. That's why some of us do things that you cannot imagine. You can still be pure but make the biggest scenes ever, even if Daddy over there is going to raise his hand at you.", Vincent insisted,"And let me show you, how it all gets started." He threw his head back finishing his champagne. Giving her a smirk, Vincent slammed the glass on the floor, grabbed Cheryl's wrist, and went outside dragging her along.

"Getting out of that boring event and going somewhere else.", he explained,"Anything is better than that ball." For a second, he stopped walking trying to locate the black van. Thankfully Ameri, the driver, was easy to spot using the lights inside to read. Vincent chuckled as he rushed over still holding onto Cheryl's wrist. He slammed his fist on the hood of the car, scaring the driver who immediately opened the car. Letting go of her, Vincent opened the door to the passenger seat.

Vincent turned to look inside at the gala again. Smirking, he rolled his eyes before getting in the car. He leaned over to whisper something to the drive. Receiving a nod, he rested back in the car seat. The driver looked back at him waiting for the go-ahead. "Wanna grab something to eat?", he asked turning to his fiancee.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little in response. "No I wouldn't do that.", Vincent reassured,"I make the soldiers and associates do those things, a waste of time for me." The driver looked back at him through the top mirror. The boss laughed a bit again then lightly flicked his wrist. "Ameri, please take us to that one place downtown then we'll go to the other place."