Annie POV

There I was in the middle of Lila's office, heavily sedated, handcuffed to the wheelchair that kept me from escaping. Felix stood in front of me, dressed reluctantly (yet sharply) in a full black suit, hair down.

I'd woken up in this chair, dressed in the raunchiest looking white wedding dress I'd ever laid eyes on, and Lila had wheeled me down the halls into her office. As to what conspired to get me drugged up in the first place, I don't remember. I couldn't even really contemplate what was going on in front of me currently. My brain felt like it was made of TV static.

Herb stood to our right, as Lila had conned him into being our 'officiate". Lila stood behind me with a loaded hand gun pressed to the back of my skull and a smirk on her face. If I protested, she'd just shoot. Then her problem would be gone, I presume. But in any case, I didn't have the physical strength to move a muscle against this impromptu wedding.

If I was sober, Lila would be dead already. They would all be dead.

Lila grabbed my cheek and leaned my head back to look up at her.

'Felix, dear, look at your lovely drugged up bride!', she said, delighted as she grinned at him and fiddled with the trigger on the gun. I groaned lowly, letting my head fall back into its regular position. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls.

'Mom, would you stop?', he said, folding his hands in front of his waist and staring up at the ceiling. 'Let's just get this over with already.'

I gave a mumbled sound of agreement, something like a low moan, as it was all I could muster. It would've been utterly hilarious in any other situation.

'Herb, speak.', Lila commanded, cool and collected.

'M... Handler Miss, I'm not a dog.', he responded, his voice quaking. She clicked a bullet into the chamber of the gun and aimed it at his face.

'Not a dog? Well, shut up and marry them or I'll make you my bi-'

'Mother.', Felix interrupted, stopping her. She looked taken back. He never called her 'mother'. He was serious.

'Herb.'

'Yes Handler Miss.'

Herb cleared his throat before he began. 'We are gathered here today to witness the union of-'

'Oh, cut the pleasantries, get to the nitty-gritty, dopey.', Lila cut him off, impatient. She pointed the loaded gun at Felix, and his eyes widened.

'Mom!', he shouted, throwing his hands up, shocked. 'What the heck?'

'Felix Pitts do you take Annie Hargreeves to be your lawfully wedded wife?', she questioned sternly and loudly. He stumbled over his words for a moment.

'I mean, I gue-'

'DO YOU, OR DO YOU NOT?'

'I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE, MOTHER!'

'CORRECT!'

'I, Felix Pitts, take Annie Hargreeves to be my lawfully wedded wife.'

She smiled, her temper calming by just a measly bit. She moved to stand beside him now, eyeing me. She aimed the gun towards my head now. I tried with every ounce of strength in my body to smirk at her, but in all honestly it probably only looked like I was drunk and constipated.

'And do you, Annie Hargreeves take Felix Pitts to be your lawfully wedded husband?', she screamed, getting way too intense for her own good.

'Cflamm dowen, womfn.', I responded slowly, trying my best to speak coherently but failing. She waved the gun in my face, getting madder.

'Say you do!'

'N wat ef I doen't?', I choked out, flopping my head around rebelliously. She pressed the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

'Then I will put a bullet through that stubborn brain of yours, Annie Hargreeves, now cooperate.'

I looked up at Felix, who looked down at me with a sorry, apologetic face. After examining his face for the hundredth time since I'd met him, I shrugged my shoulders. I could deny this later on. I could go back to Roman at any point I wanted to. As soon as he came and rescued me, I'd be back with him, whether or not I went through with this sham of a wedding.

'Ohkay.', I said, shrugging.

'Good enough, drowsy.', she said, lowering the gun. 'Confirm you witnessed all of this, Herb.'

'I witnessed it.'

'I meant on the certificate, Herb.', she spit.

He quickly realized his mistake and went to work scrawling on the piece of paper in front of him. He handed it to Felix to sign, who smoothly wrote his name on the given line, and then to me. I took the pen in my hand, tried my best to make a letter, and ended up drawing a squiggly line instead. Felix grabbed my hand, guiding it, writing my name for me.

There it was. I was married to my uncle Diego's long lost son. His mysterious, suave, incredibly attractive son. At seventeen.

Can nothing in life go normal for a Hargreeves?

She took the slip of paper from my hands and quickly moved it over to her desk, where she stamped it, scanned it into some device which brought it up on her desktop computer, and submitted it into the commission files. Great. We were officially on record.

How the heck would I deny it now?

While she worked on that, Felix unlocked my handcuffs, crouching down to eye level with me. I stared up at him and gave a sad smile, and he returned it. When he finished, he snuck a gun out of his belt, expertly concealed. I widened my eyes drowsily. He brought a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet about it.

He had a plan, presumably.

He motioned to Herb, who went along with him, sneaking from the room as Lila concentrated on saving the files to her computer. She clicked another few buttons, and then was done, looking up at his both smiling.

She came out from behind the desk, walking towards the two of us grinning. Stopping in front of me, she turned her back on Felix and booped my nose against my will.

'Ah. Don't you just love weddings?', she giggled.

'Oh, they're the absolute highlight of my life.', Felix said, smirking, and then unexpectedly, swung his arm back and hit his mom in the head with the barrel of the gun. She fell to the ground groaning, and then fell unconscious.

I looked up at him with shocked eyes, my mouth drooping. He nodded quickly. 'Don't worry about her. C'mon.'

He scooped my loosey-goosey body up from the wheelchair like I was a ragdoll, and then bolted for the doors.

'We don't have much time. Gotta go.'

And as he sped me down the hall, and my drug filled body was now too pumped with adrenaline, and as I felt the wind in my hair, and on top of all that, as my teenage normalcy was now ruined, I could think of nothing better to do except indulge my greatest desire.

And all the way down the hall, I screamed like the little piggy who went all the way home.

Diego POV

We breached the commission doors, busting in, which sent the alarms blaring out. Five, Klaus, Allison, Luther, the kids, all of us ready for a fight. Ready to go and save our own.

Five took the lead at the head of our group.

'She won't be in any of the outer rooms. They're likely holding her close to the Handler's quarters.', he explained, motioning his hand north.

We moved swiftly, easily taking out anyone we met on the way, until we made our way to a room labeled 'The Handler'.

'Diego, knives out.', Five whispered from the front of the group.

'Locked 'n loaded.', I shot back, ready for anything, gripping a sharp blade in my hand. We entered the room, Vanya at my right, Luther behind me, Allison to my left and Klaus and the others behind them.

In the middle of this office room laid a body, a female body, a very familiar body. Five poked it with his foot, and a grumble came from her mouth, and she rolled over.

And when I saw her face, the air in my lungs was knocked out of me, and it felt like my heart might stop beating. My mouth fell open, as did the mouths of all the others in unison.

Lila.

But she's frickin' dead! She's been dead for seventeen years!

She opened her mouth.

'Too late, Diego.', she groaned, smirking groggily. I eyed her, unable to move.

'She ran off with your son.'