Mines Forever: A Vallea Mafia Romance Story - Chapter 89: Chapter 94

Verena
I would be lying if I told anyone that Eryx's firm grip on my left hand was not only causing butterflies to flutter rapidly against my stomach, but I was extremely on edge with where tonight could take us. I did not like this whole setup with the Sinclairs, especially with odd and peculiar looks Ryen was sending my way when I was getting ready for tonight. The hallway was dimly lit, and the soft jazz music playing in the background was only causing my blood pressure to skyrocket as I tried to imagine anything that might go wrong.
"What if you are just overreacting and nothing bad is going to happen?", I whisper to Eryx as we slowly make our way down the cascading stairwell, where I see two people standing at the bottom, watching us, both wearing white long-sleeve collar shirts and black slacks holding a silver tray with flutes of champagne. "Mr and Mrs. Vallea, hope you are having a great evening", the older man on the left of the staircase smiled in our direction, while the woman to my right nodded. I reach the champagne flute, and Eryx pushes my hand away, nodding "No".
"I see you are trying to be controlling", I say in an irritated tone".
Eryx waits until both waiters leave our presence before looking at me. "No, I'm trying to keep your little ass alive. I saw some powdery substance floating at the bottom of both glasses, these muthafuckers are on some grimy shit already".
I feel ashamed for not even paying attention to the surrounding scenery; I was allowing my nerves to distract me. I needed to focus. I gasp, "Oh my God, do you think it is safe for us to be here in this damn house of all places, that might be plotting to kill us". Eryx presses his thumb against my hand as it slowly glides down until it reaches my wrist.
'You have no idea who the fuck you are married to. My bringing you here is predicated on my belief that you'll be safe. Follow my lead, Cherie, keep your eyes open, don't eat shit, I don't care how nice or cordial these muthafuckers in this bitch act. Everything you are going to see is all some performative bullshit. What if they have guns? I don't want to hurt anybody". Eryx stops us from walking any further. "You are being a little hypocritical right now. Your ass killed a man back at the compound, now you want to act scared. You better toughen up right now, Verena".
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. Get it together, Verena, you got this. I say this mantra for a few seconds before my eyelids flutter open as Eryx watches me closely. "You good, love?".
I nod before he kisses my cheek, "I promise you have nothing to fear. I brought backup for a reason". He then winks at me before we continue walking as the music gets louder and louder, before we make it outside where a medium-size gathering of men and women and talking, laughing, and eating hors d'oeuvres. Just as we stand outside, the patio is sealed with a glass covering protecting us from the cold, snowy weather. It looks breathtaking as I can see snow falling from the midnight-colored sky. Heaters are on, and everyone stops and stares at us. Why does this always have to be a common thing when Eryx and I step into a room?
I can see the looks of envy as well as disgust on many of the attendees' faces, as if we do not belong here. I see one woman who looks around my age, is sizing up Eryx as if she is a delicate piece of moist chocolate cake. Then, the woman saunters over; her curvaceous body is wrapped in a beautiful chocolate strapless gown, and her bohemian braids cascade down her back like water as she moves. She stands in front of Eryx, not even bothering to make her presence known to me.
"I cannot believe Eryx Vallea is gracing us with his presence tonight", the woman's sultry voice, causing my blood to boil as I glare at her as she continues to eye-fuck my husband as she licks her lips. I take hold of the woman's hand, pulling her attention away from Eryx. I firmly hold her hand in my hand. "Good thing my husband was able to catch your eye, who are you exactly?", I ask, not even holding my irritation from my voice.
The woman frowns and tries to pull her hand out of my grasp, but I hold it in place. "I am Allesandra Vantok, daughter of Lambert Vantok, the head of the Vantok Mafia". I instantly label Allesandra as a problem. "Your husband is quite a charmer, you know, at one point our fathers tried to arrange a marriage between us".
Eryx sighs, "Allesandra, please do not embarrass yourself any further. We never had any romantic encounters together".
Allesandra looks embarrassed as her cheeks turn red. "Sweetie, it will take a lot more than revealing how bad you've been wanting my man for but thanks for being in his fan club". I then wave in her direction before she stomps away and walks toward a group of women who are probably gossiping about us right now.
"Damn you looked so fucking sexy standing up for Daddy", Eryx places his hand around my waist, gripping it tightly as he pulls me against him. "I was not standing up for you jackass, it is just the principle. Another woman tried to disrespect me and had to let her know I was not tolerating it".
Erxy's eyes drift down to my lips before drifting back to stare at me, "Quoi queue tu dises" (Whatever you say). "I wish you would speak in English some fucking time".
Eryx smiles, "What fun is that if I can't get a rise out of you? You love it when I speak other languages".
"Idiota" (Jackass), I whisper back before I try to walk off, but Eryx pulls me back to him. "Watch your mouth, Verena. I know what you just called me". I smirk, "I'm sure you did Casanova. We are not supposed to be fighting, right? Eryx places his forehead against mine, " Ryen has been watching you like a hawk since we came outside".
"So glad you guys have arrived", I hear Ryen's voice behind us. Eryx looks at me one final time before we both look at Davian and Ryen standing in front of us with fake smiles plastered across their faces. Davian takes hold of my free hand, "You look exquisite, Verena", he then kisses the back of my hand. "Thank you".
He holds my hand a lot longer than I expected after kissing it. Eryx abruptly pulls my hand out of Davian's grasp. "You touch my wife again, I'm going to forget I'm suppose to be civil with your ass"
Davian has a Cheshire cat grin on his face. "Who said we had to be civil, I mean, you did kill my brother".
"You going to keep bitching about it or you going to do something", Eryx responds back.