forum Marrying The Devil

Started June 30, 2020 by @Star_Girls_puppers_was_attacked

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" yes you most certainly will" Me Coleman said " come on Cheryl" he said.

Cheryl walked over handing the glass to Vincent" thank you" she said softly

Vincent watched as his father stood up and went over to shake Mister Coleman's hand. At least he didn't have to do that. His eyes followed watching them leave the room. He knew it was only the beginning, but thank God this part was over. Seeing the glass in front of him, Vincent noticed that Cheryl was in front of him. Taking the glass, he gave a simple nod in response.

She nodded walking back over to her father the two of them began to walk out they had made plans thier was a gala The Coleman gala was the biggest party's of the year the boys and girls dressed up for dancing and with it being a mafia party people died but in a mafia you couldn't show weakness so everyone went and despite her protests Cheryl always went in a nice dress and not once did she make a kill at one of these galas after all she was an angel

Vincent was never really used to going to large parties or gatherings. You'd always find him in the back talking to others about business or sitting at the bar watching everyone. For the Coleman Gala this year, his dad told him to leave business out of it; not even having the idea of it while there too. And there is are the basic rules of not getting into any fights, starting one, or, of course, killing anyone. Every year he managed to "bend" them without causing much ruckus; Vincent has to live up to the nickname "The Devil" after all, right?

After the meeting, he placed the glass in the dishwasher then went back to work. There was barely anything to do really except wait for the evening. Vincent just pulled out a simple black suit and tie for the occasion. Sometimes it's better to just not stand out during events and be simple.

Cheryl layed on her red velvet covers in her light room she had a dress all picked out well her father had a dress all picked out the maids would help her get ready the maids that occasionally got killed usually by Cheryl's father what can you do when You're part of a mafia

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.

Cheryl wore a dress a red dress once with wide shoulder straps it was short in the front but a bit longer in the back which showed off her legs white nicely and she wore black heels her hair down, but curled and she had a bit of makeup on the maids had helped her get ready.

The ballroom in the Coleman Manor was huge you entered through the side door and walked down a hall leading to some stairs which took you directly down to the ballroom

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.

Cheryl didn't like these fancy galas she was a simple girl except for being in a mafia and the known ability to kill someone within a second with a slice to the neck. This was a dangerous occasion so of course she had her knifes strapped securely to her thigh and in case someone died or she killed someone she had her blood red dress to match, Red truly was her color

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.

Cheryl took a deep breath before walking down the stairs to he ballroom her father looking at her proudly that she hasn't refused the dress she walked down the stairs and was handed a glass of champagne, she held it in her hand and used her other hand to take the offered hand to help her down the final steps. She let go of his hand and went on her way walking through the ballroom making small talk to whoever stopped to talk to her

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.

Cheryl was upset no doubt but she had to do what she was told or suffer the consequences Even if that meant marrying Vincent

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?

Cheryl currently had her back to him as she drank her champagne taking small lips wishing for this night to be over

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.

She turned her head to see who it was and smiled when she saw Vincent she turned the rest of her body around so she was facing him " Hello" she said thier encounter earlier hadn't been the best she hopes they could somewhat get along because a marriage where two hated each other would be an awkward marriage

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.

" um no not particularly" she said looking at him, well other than the fact that she was her family gala,. She wasn't busy at all, just a bit curious

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.

She smiled softly "Thank you and I appreciate it. . .oh and just so we're clear when I said 'This little brat' earlier I was referring to myself I wouldn't call you brat I'm not that kindve person" she said a piece of her red curled hair falling in her face.

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.

"Thanks" she muttered softly " I'm really sorry about this I know marrying me is probably not the most ideal thing for you or even a thing you want to do" she said frowning slightly

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.

" actually your doing me a favor if I'm not married by the time I'm Twenty seven in this family the female is killed off they think if woman don't have a man to work for they're a waste of space " she said with a small sigh