Eternally

18. give them a show

Chapter 18

Oriya Deronte

The Diavolo looked undeniably handsome. He wore an all black suit during the first week or so of his stay but during the past three weeks he wore different kinds of all black clothing. His dark black hair stayed perfectly with one strand that fell onto his forehead just above his eyesight. His hands were covered in silver rings, one of which had a V printed on them.

Vincent and I walked into the ball first with Theo and Sienna following close behind us. Kena and Lucas wandered off, probably to the bathroom for a quick fuck. All heads snapped towards the sight of Vincent and I.

I don't blame them. The last time we attended this thing and saw each other, I stabbed his shoulder and he shot mine. We get along so well, don't we?

Everyone's chatter and movements stopped. A loud crash was heard over the music, it was a poor waiter who had dropped his tray full of beverages.

I held my head up high as we walked to our assigned table. Everyone's gaze was following. Some jaws were hung low in surprise. As we sat down Vincent looked up and around the room. I looked over and saw Antonio, who's jaw and fists were clenched. Good.

"The fuck are you all looking at?!" He shouted. Good lord, he had absolutely no concern for where he was.

Everyone turned around in their seats and started talking again. The poor waiter, with the help of his peers, jumped before cleaning up his mess.

"Well, that was fun." Theo mumbled.

"Everyone's going to talk about this." Sienna says.

"Let them." I shrug.

We had a table of six with two seats in a triangular shape. Vincent and I sat on one side as Sienna and Theo sat on the other. Two seats were empty for Kena and Lucas. 

Speaking of Kena, my phone rang from a text by her on the group chat with my only two friends.

oriya is mommy ;)

Ke: Going home, want dick not whatever the fuck goes on here. Love you both bye!

"You get that?" Sienna asks from across the table.

"Yeah." I said.

"What?" Theo asks. Nosy motherfucker.

"Kena and Lucas went home to fuck." Sienna laughs.

"I saw that coming to be honest." Theo shrugs.

The two 'friends' fell into their own conservation as I looked around to see what everyone was up to. I could still see people trying to sneakily look over at us, which they miserably failed at by the way. Pathetic.

Vincent leans over to me, "I see Antonio." His grey eyes stare across the room.

"Can't make any moves right now." I remind him.

"Mhm." He nods but I can tell he's not listening.

"Vincent." I warn.

He finally looks over to me and rolls his eyes as he picks up a glass of water, "Fine."

From the corner of my eye I can see Mrs. Garcia coming our way. Her husband and her are usually the ones who organize the balls so I couldn't ignore her like I do everyone else. Seems like Sienna saw her too because we make eye contact, make a pretend gun and shoot ourselves.

I hate the woman but not only does she organize these things, her husband's mafia and my mafia and also strong allies. I can't lose that or Ace would raise hell.

"That is my sign to leave, goodbye." Sienna salutes.

"I hate Garcia with a passion, have fun." Theo says as he follows Sienna outside.

I was about to stop them but it was too late.

"Hello dears!" Her crucial voice speaks.

"Hi." I mumble for Vincent who makes it painfully obvious he doesn't like her.

"So what happened? No longer rivals?" She smiles looking at Vincent and I.

"No." I say since Vincent remains quiet, glaring at her.

"Well that's just spiffing! Why?" She laughs.

I'm really hoping Antonio shoots me right now. I don't see how any of this is her business but I figured it was good she was announcing it. Maybe Antonio would hear it and back the hell off. If he had a brain.

"We just aren't. Stop talking now." Vincent grunts.

I think Mrs. Garcia thinks he was joking because she just laughs. She finally simmers down and tells us she will be right back. Please, for the love of god don't come back.

She gets up on the stage and in front of the mic.

If she does what I think she's going to do.

She clinks her glass and smiles over at us with her big ass teeth. The room quiets down and everyone shifts their attention over to the stage.

"You may have heard but Oriya Deronte and Vincent Laurent are no longer rivals!" Mrs. Garcia announces.

The crowd looks over at us and cheers, raising their glasses.

"We must see the famous rivals perform a dance together. Just one" She requests.

I'm going to kill this bitch.

Everyone in the room cheers and chants for us to dance. I looked over at Vincent who was giving everyone the nastiest look I've ever seen him give. It was worse than the looks he always gives me.

He sighs and gets up. He holds his hand out to me and nods towards the dance floor.

Everyone gets louder and I look up at him, "You can't be serious."

"They want a show, let's give them one." He smirked, I noticed how his eyes flick over to Antonio's table for a split second.

"You bastard, I know what you mean." I smile. It was against the rules but then again, I was never one to follow them. I take his hand and stand up.

As we start walking I let go and run my hand over the gun strapped to my thigh. We stand directly in the middle, in front of each other and in eyesight of Antonio's table.

As I stand in front of Vincent I realize how tall he is. Even in these 5 inch heels, I'm barely up till his chin. I would say I'm a tall woman. I'm taller than Sienna and Kena.

The room remains silent as the ball music plays in the background. Everyone that was on the dance floor went back to their seats for whatever reason.

He puts one of his hands on my waist and holds the other out for me to hold. I put my hand on his shoulder and connected my hand with the one he held out. As my fingers slip through his, I look up at him, take my hand off his shoulder and finally push back the strand I've been dying to tuck away.

"Let's give them a show, Diavolo." I whisper.

"As you wish, Diavola." He whispers back, taking his hand off my waist and pulling out his gun. Everyone in the room gasps since guns are strictly forbidden at such occasions. Well, there goes me being allies with Mr. Garcia. I was one of the most powerful, strongest and biggest mafia anyway I didn't need his shitty mafia.

"Mr. Laurent! Guns and any sort of weapons are stric-" Mrs. Garcia yells from the mic.

I roll my eyes and take out my own gun. I heard her gasp and just as she opened her mouth to speak, I shot the mic silencing her.

Vincent smirks again and faces Antonio's table. I do the same as I shoot three out of six glasses at his table. Including the one in his hand. Vincent does the same, shooting two on the table and one in Antonio's wife's hand.

The room fills with screams and people running all over the place, away from us. Antonio has fear written all over his face as he runs for his life, leaving his wife behind. Dickhead. He's only 'strong' from a distance. Up close, he's a fucking coward.