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The second the door shut behind Damon; we were in each other’s arms. Feeling Angel’s warmth wrap around me as her soft lips collided with mine, took my breath away. It wasn’t until she pulled away, that reality once again flooded back to me. How in the hell are we going to get the fuck out of here.
As Angel withdrew from my arms and turned away, her voice became shaky and low. “What the fuck; are you going to really marry that prick?” She asked.
I could hear the hurt in her voice as her body shook. I knew at that moment that Angel did love me, as she held back the tears fighting to escape her big blue eyes.
“Damn it Angel, not if I can help it! You tell me; how do I get out of this? How do I get away from armed guards and the fact that he now has you as a prisoner as well? My father has sold me to him Angel. Can’t you see that both Damon and my father are off their fucking rockers? Can’t you see the simple fact that if I don’t marry him, he’s going to kill you? So you tell me, Angel, tell me how I can’t go through with it? Please! The cards are stacked against me. He’s made it so I have no choice in the matter.” I could hear the underlining hysteria in my voice.
“Violet, do you love me?”
“Angel, are you fucking daft? You have to be kidding me right? For Christ sakes, yes. Yes I fucking love you! But right now we need to figure out how to get out of here.”
I couldn’t believe her; did I love her? I didn’t mean to be a bitch, but right now love has nothing to do with us making it out of here in one piece. I couldn’t believe the she didn’t see the danger standing right in front of her. Didn’t I just explain yesterday that my father was a fucking monster and that Damon was crazy? Did I love her? Of course I love her.
I watched as a smile spread across Angel’s face. Stepping towards me, she had the old glint in those lovely eyes. “Tone is out there. He followed us.”
“What? What do you mean Tone is out there?”
“Okay, it’s like this.” Angel led me to the edge of the bed and we sat down, her hands in mine. “You see, we saw you leave with Damon and his creeps. Tone sensed that Damon was up to no good from the start. So after you had him run those errands for you, he began hatching a plan. We really didn’t know how we were going to find you, until one of Damon’s goons came over to me and told me to come with him if I wanted to see you alive. Right before he came over, Tone had a feeling that something was going to down. So I gave Tone the keys to your car, and he slipped out and followed us here. I know he’s here, waiting for the moment to save us.” I could feel the hope and optimism in her voice.
“What can Tone do? I mean come on, I adore Tone but how can he save us?”
Angel shook her head at me, as I read the disappointment in her eyes. “Violet, you really didn’t get to know Tone did you? I mean really get to know him and about his past at all? You were so wrapped up in hiding your past; you didn’t get to know anyone else’s did you?” She questioned me.
I had to admit I didn’t. I really didn’t know anything unless someone told me. I was afraid to ask too many questions in fear they would pry into mine. I just looked at Angel, shaking my head no.
“Well my little Violet, Tone is the best chance we have. Before you started working at the club we had long talks about our past lives. We talked about why we both decided to hide in the shadows of perversion, just like you. If you would have taken the time to really get to know Tone, you would have known he was in the military. He told me something about being in some special ops or something like that. He was trained as a sniper; specialized in guns and stuff.” Angel stopped, looking at the door. “So, hopefully he’s using his training to help us get out of here.” I listened to her sigh.
“How do you know he’s even here Angel?”
“I know because he’s in love with you. He’d go to hell to retrieve you. The only reason why he puts up with me is for you. So that alone tells me he’s out there, watching and waiting for the right moment to be your hero.”
I just stood there looking at her. The hope glazed over her eyes.
“Then, what should we do?”
“I guess the only thing we can. Get you ready for your wedding.” I could see the hope leave her eyes, as sadness filled them.
I couldn’t help feeling defeated a little. True there was the hope that Tone was out there watching and waiting for the right time to help me, help us.
Angel stood up and me over to the vanity. Sitting down on the velvet covered bench, I looked at myself in the mirror. Even after passing out there wasn’t much to do to fix me up for my wedding day. Just thinking that thought made the bile rise in my throat. Angel got to work; re-pining my hair and smoothing out the pieces that had fallen out of place. I cleaned the smeared make-up from under my eyes, touched up a more smudges as we talked out what we could.
The truth was there really was no plan; unless Tone came through. To save Angel I would have to marry Damon, she was the collateral he was bargaining on. My father had made a deal with the devil and I was the sacrifice.
As I sat there looking at myself in the mirror, I saw Angel’s reflection looking down at me. The hurt and sadness filling her eyes as our gazes connected.
“Angel, you know if Tone doesn’t help us, this is goodbye.”
“I know Violet.”
Standing up and walking around the vanity bench, I wrapped my arms around my Angel. “I love you; I want you to know this. This is not where I want to be right now. I want to be home in our bed, wrapped in your arms.”
“I wish for the same thing my Violet.”
The hallow sound of a lone person clapping their hands filled the hotel room; startling both of us. As we turned towards the sound we both saw Damon standing their mocking us. “Beautiful. Just beautiful. My finance and her whore, declaring their love for each other.”
We both turned to face Damon. Standing side my side; our hands intertwined, gathering strength from each other.
“So my beautiful bride, are you ready to walk down the aisle?”
“Damon, why are you making her do this, you can see that she doesn’t love you?” Angel mocked.
Damon didn’t hesitate and neither did I. As he lunged toward her, hand up, ready to back hand my Angel, I stepped in front of him; holding my arms out, to force him to stop.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I screamed. Swallowing my physical fear.
I watched him stop dead in his tracks, fisting his hands at his side, his face full of shock and anger, as a growl left from deep in his throat.
Keeping my arms up and my hands out, doing my best to block him; I prayed he would observe the boundary I was trying to project. When I was secure in the thought Damon would stay put for the time being, I did the only thing I knew I could. Talk and talk fast.
“Damon, don’t you fucking dare touch her. Do you understand me?”
He stood there silent, just glaring at Angel.
“Did you hear me Damon?”
Still no response.
“Dammit Damon, answer me. If you fucking want me to marry you, you better promise me no harm will come to Angel.”
Damon just looked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. Unable to take it anymore, I reached up and slapped him across the face to snap him out of it. As my hand made contact with his cheek, and the crack of the slap rang throughout the room; at that moment I knew I made a mistake. Damon reached out, grabbing me by the wrist, pulling me to him. He began to growl as he spoke.
“Do not ever and I mean ever raise a hand to me again Vivian. Do you understand that?” The condescending tone dripping from his lips, told me that he had heard every word I said.
Standing my ground, I swallowed the pain coming from his grip around my wrist. “I understand completely, now did you understand me?” I questioned him.
Finally he answered. “Yes, I understand. It’s actually a wise compromise.”
“I don’t see a compromise at all, more like blackmail you son of a bitch. Still it is what it is. You promise me that if I marry you, you will let Angel go. Promise me, or I won’t say I do. PROMISE ME NOW!” I could feel a tantrum brewing. Something I hadn’t had since I was a child.
“Vivian baby, don’t get your panties in a knot. Yes, I promise.”
“Say it Damon, say what you promise.” Sweeting my voice.
“Damn woman. Fine… I promise that if you agree to marry me that no harm will come to your whore.”
He knew calling her a whore pissed me off, but I knew my next move was going to really get him.
“Damon, one more thing.”
“What in the hell do you want now?” He spat.
Looking at Angel and looking back at Damon, I swallowed hard and asked. “I want Angel to be my maid of honor.”
“Your what?!”
“My maid of honor.” I smiled
“You have got to be kidding me Vivian. Your maid of honor? You want that, that stripper as part of our wedding party?”
“Damon, have you forgotten I am a damn stripper? That you are marrying a stripper? That a fucking stripper is going to be your wife? God forbid.
“Don’t start with my Vivian.”
“Then give me what I want.” I demanded, stamping my foot.
Damon paused for a few minutes. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to figure a way out of this. All I knew is to keep Angel safe I needed her as close to me as possible.
“Violet, I can’t be your maid of honor. It would kill me to watch you marry this asshole.” Angel said from behind me.
“Yeah, Vivian listen to your whore.” Damon retorted.
“No you both listen. If I have to go through this shit shame of a wedding, I want Angel by my side and you’re both going to suck it up to make it work.” I could help but feel the anger fill me. I mean honestly, come on. I was the one being forced to marry some fucktard against my will.
“Where is she supposed to get a dress at short notice? I mean I already have your maid of honor picked out?”
“Not my problem, make it work.” I hissed.
Suddenly, a knock on the door startled us. Turning our attention to the door, Damon bellowed, “Enter”.
Slowly the door began to open and there stood one of his goons. “Sir, are you about ready?”
Damon turned from his hired man to me. “Well, are we?”
“I told you what you needed to do, until then you can fuck off.”
I could hear the air escape Damon’s lungs as he realized he had no other choice but to give in to me. “John, find me Susan and get those three blond twits up here to get her ready.” He said as he gestured to Angel. With that he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
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