Vaggie wasn't an easy target.
And whoever snatched her, learned that very quickly.
She had been minding her own business, heading down to a convince store to get a few things, when some bastard threw a bag over her head and attempted to haul her off.
Vaggie immediately kicked them in the gut and tried to make a run for it.
But as soon as she got the bag off her head and started running, there was four goons in front of her.
Vaggie held her best up against them, but suddenly four goons quickly became twelve goons.
That's how she got put into a bag and later the back of a van.
She summoned a weapon then cut the bag open before bursting out of the van then having to literally roll out onto the streets.
That's how she got the cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
Vaggie was about to run for it again, then she got shot with a tranq gun.
That's how she got knocked out.
Now as for why she woke up in a sketchy looking room with her hands tied behind her back along with all the weapons on her body taken off.
She was unsure, but had a hunch that it was to do with whoever kidnapped her.
Honestly her body was still mostly numb, mostly the parts that weren't in pain, but even then with her hands tied together she couldn't really move much.
But she looked around as much as she could, wondering who in the world would kidnap her or better yet, who had the resources to kidnap her.
She began to think of all possibilities, one in particular causing her to tense and panic with fear. Perhaps she was being ridiculous, but if who she thought was here kidnapped her, oh she could only hope and pray-
"Well, aren't you a riot?" A low sounding male voice spoke up, having a noticeable Italian accent.
Vaggie relaxed some, it definitely wasn't who she was worried about, but it wasn't anyone she recognized either.
The confusion was visible on her face as she squinted, trying her best to make out something, anything, in the darkness, but to no avail.
"It took nearly fourteen, nearly all of them armed to get you here. Many of them injured, hell I think one broke his spine. If someone didn't just happen to bring the tranquilizer gun then I would have been screwed." The man laughed.
Vaggie would have glared at him if she could see him, but for now focused on seeing if she could somehow manage to undo the binding around her wrist.
"I have to say you've been quite the hassle butterfly~" the voice purred, "But I have no doubt it'll be worth my wild."
Vaggie internally cursed as the couldn't undo the binds, but as she looked up she finally saw the man, as he stepped out from the shadows.
It was...
Valentino.
Instantly all tension in her body dropped, and her face became relaxed.
"Oh." She remarked dully, "It's you."
Valentinos usually smirk seemed to falter at her words, not quite the reaction he had been expecting, "You seem disappointed."
"Cut the crap, what do you want?" Vaggie barked, seeming more annoyed rather than scared or terrified.
"Feisty little thing aren't cha?" Valentino asked with his own annoyance and a hint of amusement, "Now I've come to offer you a deal-"
"Not interested." Vaggie remarked.
Valentino took a deep breath, "I didn't even finish you brat!"
"I don't fucking care! I'm not interested in being one your pets or cam girls or what-the-fuck-ever!" Vaggie hissed, "Now I suggest you let me the fuck go right now or we're gonna have problems." She scowled.
Valentino let out a low dark chuckle, making Vaggies stomach turn.
The bastard was a little intimidating, though Vaggie wouldn't say that out loud.
"Oh? Why? It's not like anyone will come looking for you." Valentino remarked.
Vaggies scowl deepened, "The hell are you talking about!? Charile-"
"Dumped your ass." Valentino interrupted, "I know all about it. So don't play dumb."
Vaggie froze, while not exactly fear, something among the lines of it was visible on her face.
She and Charile had a nasty fight about a few days ago, it was just stupid and the two got angry, both saying things they didn't mean. They broke up, both giving eachother the silent treatment now, Vaggie figured one of them, most likely her, would apologize then things would go back to normal.
Until then Vaggie needed time to think so she rented a motel for a night to clear her head, on her way back to the hotel this afternoon she happened to want to stop by a convenient store and you guys knew the rest.
"How do you know that?" Vaggie asked, baffled.
It only happened a few days ago and neither of them really announced it.
"Alastor is quite the chatterbox." Valentino chuckled,
Vaggie stayed silent, processing what he said then making a mental note to kill Alastor the next time she saw him.
"Cat got your tongue? Well that's fine, I'll talk enough for the both of us." He hummed, enjoying seeing her speechless, "Back to my deal, see you've gathered quite the reputation."
Vaggie frowned, "I have?"
"Indeed," Valentino continued, "No one quite knows you by name but everyone knows your face. Practically always seen with Charile and even with Angel Dust. They know you got connections even if they don't know you yourself."
Vaggie shifted, he did have a point, though Vaggie rarely paid attention to what people what they thought of her, "Okay but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I've been thinking about getting some publicity, get the publics attention, a way to get their eyes back on me." Valentino continued, "And suddenly it occured to me, the perfect way to get people talking again,"
Vaggie squinted at hearing him pause, not sure where he was going with this but not liking it one bit. "Which is?"
Suddenly Valentino squatted down to her level and offered out a ring, "I'm sure everyone will be dieing to hear about my lawfully wedded wife."
Vaggies eyed went wide and confusion and terror spreading across her face. Did...did he just propose?
I mean the ring was nice enough, a lovely pink dimond with a moth shape but, she was tied up, with minor injuries, in a dark shady room after being kidnapped by him.
He seriously was proposing!?
"What!?" Vaggie yelled out, confused and disgusted. Like she would ever be with someone like him!
"You heard me." Valentino chuckled, "I've always wanted to shake the status quo and me getting engaged let alone married to you would be perfect. The scandal it'll create. Just imagine! Plus, I think we would look good together."
"Eat shit!" Vaggie scowled, "I don't know what the hell you smoked but I will never marry you even if you were the last person on earth! Besides I love Charile."
"Who left you," Valentino said unamused before sighing, "Figured I might get this response, so I'll add one more thing onto my offer."
Vaggie frowned, worry beginning to build in her chest.
"Either you agree to be my wife, or I give these to your princess, hell why stop there? I'll show them to all of hell." He said summoning the file and tossing it on the ground, showing it was full of pictures.
Pictures of her with...
No.
Oh no oh no oh no.
How the hell did he get these!?
Vaggie actually looked terrifed for a second but quickly it shifted into anger, she looked up at Valentino her eye glowing in rage.
"How did you-"
"I have connections." Valentino said simply, "Now either you accept my offer or I'll have a fun time flaunting these around."
Vaggie wasn't sure if she wanted to scream, vomit, cry or slam her head aganist the wall.
But one things for sure.
Charile couldn't see those photos. She didn't care about the rest of hell, but no matter what, not Charile.
She sighed, looking down in defeat before looking up at Valentino.
"I accept your offer." That's all that was needed for the deal to be complete.
Valentino smirked as a pink aura surrounded them, her ties were cut and Vaggie felt the magic forcefully raise her hand and put the ring on her finger and pull her closer to Valentino. Much to her displeasure, he wrapped one set of his arms around her waist pressing her against him, which with the height difference made him lift her in the air a bit.
"Oh. This will be so much fun my little butterfly~" he chuckled darkly, his grin grossly smug.
Vaggie felt her heart sink.
She was in trouble now.