Chapter 39
After the wedding, Vin and Luna had traveled to Bora-Bora, spending the next week there. They chose that paradise island because Vin had a great time there while shooting ‘XXX’ and he wanted to show Luna the place. He knew that she would love it and he was right. Luna was in heaven and she was so happy she thought her heart would explode with joy.
Luna and Vin had enjoyed their honeymoon, not being disturbed by the media even though they had been aware that at least on two occasions the paparazzi had taken pictures of them. However, they never came too close to the newlywed couple, smothering them with their unwanted presence, mostly because Luna and Vin had been locked in their over-water bungalow, making love, taking the sun, swimming and enjoying their mutual company.
Nevertheless, they had spent some time taking care of other matters. Such as making sure that their new house would be ready when they were back from their honeymoon.
Vin wanted to sleep in their new home the very first night they were back in LA. So he had ordered, leaving no room for complaint or excuse, that the master bedroom and the kitchen had to be ready before they arrived.
So the company in charge of making the final touches to the house had been working relentlessly to accomplish Mr. Diesel’s request, knowing in advance how celebrities reacted when something wasn’t done when and how they wanted it to be done.
They had stored the kitchen with everything that Vin had asked. He had even provided them with a list of those things that had to be brought. Not only every single electrical appliance available on the market but also food and drinks.
Luna had been selecting the furniture from different catalogues, asking Vin for his opinion. Vin had been replying over and over that it was her home and that everything she wanted to have in the house, she only had to ask for it. Adding that he only wanted for her to be happy and for both of them to feel comfortable in the house, not giving a damn how much it was going to cost him. And he wasn’t fucking around.
Vin only decided upon one single matter and that was the name of their house. Black Star.
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(One week later)
Los Angeles. Vin and Luna’s new house. ‘Black Star’.
“You just had to do it, huh?” Valentino teased Vin as he took a seat in the kitchen. “You just had to go and get married before me, huh?” He added, opening the bottle of beer.
Vin chuckled, grinning from ear to ear and pulled another beer from the fridge.
“What can I say, man? I’m not like you, Valentino.” Vin replied, opening his Corona, sipping. “I don’t need three years to make up my mind, you know?” He teased his best friend.
Valentino snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, I needed time to be sure, Vin. Marrying is a very serious deal, man. It’s not that easy.”
Vin chuckled. “It’s as easy as you like to make it, bro.” Vin replied, grinning. “So far it’s almost the same for me. I mean we were already living together. Only difference now is we have matching wedding rings.” He winked. “And Luna is not Miss Luna Andrade anymore, but Mrs. Luna Vincent.” His grin grew wider.
He really liked the sound of that.
“Tabloids call Luna ‘Mrs. Diesel’.” Valentino teased Vin, sipping from his beer.
“Fuck the tabloids. Like I give a damn about what those losers say.” Vin replied, grinning. “She’s Mrs. Vincent and she’s my wife; my legal wife, at least here in the US.”
“Not in Spain?” Val asked, frowning lightly. In response Vin shook his head ‘no’.
“No until we marry again there or at the Spanish embassy here.”
“And you are going to do that, right?” Val asked, grinning.
“Yep. As soon as we have time. I gotta ask Luna though but I’m almost sure she will prefer to marry at the embassy instead of in Spain.” Vin said, frowning lightly.
He knew that Luna didn’t have a good relationship with her family, only with one of her sisters and not that good at all. Actually, Luna was almost like an orphan, even though she had parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and the like living in Spain.
Vin frowned deeply, thinking about that fact. He was her only family, well himself and Valentino and Renee, of course. However, she now had his family too.
Vin knew that his parents liked Luna, a lot, and that they loved her, but she still had to meet the rest of his family in person.
They had been so immersed in Luna’s recovery, the preproduction of ‘Seth’ and everything else that they hadn’t yet gone to NY.
However, Vin had no doubts that his family was going to love Luna as much as he did.
“Did you phone already your mom?” Valentino asked, pulling Vin out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, I phoned her the following morning and you should have heard her, bro. She was mad as hell, cursing like a damn sailor. I didn’t know my mom had such a mouth there though, I swear.” Vin laughed hard, shaking his head. “That was until she talked with Luna on the phone.” He added, chuckling. “Luna was so relieved to know that my mom had no problem with us getting married, even though she didn’t like one damn bit the way we did it. My mom even made jokes with Luna, saying that now there were three Mrs. Vincent’s in the family.”
“Well, I can’t blame her, man. It’s not like you did a great job, getting married wasted and high in Las Vegas.” Val replied, frowning.
Vin narrowed his eyes slightly. “Why?”
Valentino locked eyes with Vin. “Don’t get me wrong, Vin. I love the fact that you married Luna but I wonder why such a hurry? I mean, she wasn’t going to run away or something.” Val shrugged his broad shoulders. “You could have waited until you both were back from your birthday though.”
Vin went on guard in a second flat.
“Why the fuck should I have done that, huh?” He retorted, holding Val’s gaze. “It’s not like we weren’t going to end up marrying anyway, so why wait any longer?”
“Because you are not ready for such a commitment, Vin.” Val replied calmly, never taking his gaze off Vin’s. In response Vin tightened his jaw, resting his beer on the counter.
“And who the fuck are you to say such a thing, Valentino?” Vin replied, raising his voice. “I love Luna and she loves me. And maybe we didn’t marry each other in a damn traditional way but that doesn’t mean we are not ready to assume the inherent responsibilities or that we are not ready for such commitment.”
Val narrowed his eyes in suspicion because he knew that Vin wasn’t telling him all the truth behind his sudden wedding. He knew that Luna didn’t want to get married yet. Luna herself had told Val on one occasion and all of sudden a suspicion grew within Val.
“We both know how impatient you are when you want something badly, bro and what happens when you can’t get it.” Val said seriously. “There’s something more you are not telling me, Vin. And it’s okay if you want to keep it to yourself because at the end it’s your life. But don’t make me believe you did it without thinking, following an impulse, bro, because I don’t buy that shit for a minute.”
Vin closed his hands in fists, cursing himself silently.
“You think you know me, Val but you don’t know shit. I’ve changed a lot and I’m not the man I used to be, okay?” He retorted fiercely, causing Val to go on guard as well, knowing he had hit right on the mark with his words. “If I would have wanted to, I could have married Luna using my stage name, and then, I could have annulled the wedding the following morning. And just for you to know, I, Vin Diesel, the famous rich actor, didn’t make Luna sign a pre-nuptial contract. Which means that I’m not planning to divorce her anytime soon.”
Val knit a brow. Okay, that was true but still he knew there was something more, something Vin wasn’t telling, and the Dominican didn’t like one damn bit.
His guts were telling him there was something wrong in the picture and suddenly realization dawned. So taking a deep breath, Val braced himself and plunged ahead.
“Isn’t it funny?”
“What?” Vin retorted, breathing through his nostrils.
Val chuckled, shaking his head a little. “You’re unable to go pee without Renee around you yet you planned a wedding in a matter of hours even though you were wasted.”
Vin narrowed his eyes as a deep growl escaped his lips.
“What the fuck are you saying, Val?” He retorted angrily.
Slowly, Val got to his feet, facing Vin. “You planned it in advance, didn’t you?” Val asked, narrowing his eyes. “You tricked Luna because you knew she would have said ‘no’.”
Vin clenched his teeth. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t even know we were going to go to Las Vegas.” He replied nonchalantly. “We were celebrating my birthday, playing at the casino and drinking and stuff.” Vin was a hell of an actor, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to fool Valentino. “And then Luna said something about getting married and we said, ‘why not’? and we did it.” Vin added, cursing himself silently.
Vin purposely left out the fact that he had made Luna do coke with him, running the risk of causing her a cardiac arrest. Or the fact that she had been puking her guts out after all the cocktails she drank, probably hurting her esophagus and throat unnecessarily.
Vin had even been suffering nightmares because of that, feeling sick for exposing Luna, his own wife, to such a dangerous risk.
Val sighed hard, holding his gaze. “Vin, we’ve been friends since we were kids, bro. I know you better than I know myself. And this shit stinks of Marcela’s schemes.” He paused for a second, moving forward, standing in front of Vin. “Please, tell me you didn’t marry Luna so you could shoot ‘Hannibal’.”
Vin shut his eyes tightly, cursing himself.
“You son of a bitch.” Val replied, feeling his blood boiling within his veins. “How could you do that shit to her, man?”
“It’s not like that, Val.” Vin paused, clearing his throat. “I’m in love with Luna, Valentino. I do love her more than air to breath, man. I didn’t marry her so I could shoot the fucking movie.” He swallowed hard against the invisible knot that was closing his throat and then opened his eyes, meeting Val’s concerned gaze. “It’s true that the fact that I married a scriptwriter and not any brainless slut will help me with ‘Hannibal’ but I swear to you I didn’t do it because of that. I swear to God. You have to believe me, Valentino.”
Val moved backward a step, shaking his head in disbelief. “From all the things you’ve done to get where you are today, this is probably the lowest of all of them.” Val said, disgust evident in his voice. “I’ve always known Marcela didn’t have any scruples or decency, but honestly I didn’t expect this shit from you, man.”
Vin heaved a hard sigh. “It’s easy for you, Val because you are not risking shit here. It’s my career we’re talking about, man. My fucking career.”
“No, Vin, we’re talking about Luna’s life, man, and the fact that you keep using her for your own benefit.” Val hissed, doing his best to not kick some common sense into his best friend. “And the worst thing is that she’s your wife now, Vin. Luna is your wife and you keep manipulating her as you wish.”
Vin shut his eyes tightly, rubbing his forehead.
He damn well knew that Val was right but he was trapped now in his own shit and he couldn’t back out that easily now. Not without losing Luna forever. And the worst thing was that Marcela had him by the balls and he had let her, not even thinking about it. And now it was too late because Vin didn’t know how to release himself from the mess he had gotten himself into.
“What are you going to do now?” Val asked, pulling Vin out of his own chaotic thoughts.
Vin opened his eyes, looking at Valentino who had taken a seat again in a great effort to keep a physical distance from Vin or he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t end up beating the shit out of his best friend.
“What do you mean?” Vin replied, leaning against the counter, letting out a heavy sigh.
“You damn well know what I mean, Vin!” Val snapped back, breathing hard. “Are you going to keep the secret? Again?” He asked, sighing hard. “Just like you did with the HBO shit?”
Vin growled deeply. “And what should I do, man? I can’t tell Luna about that. You know as well as I do how seriously Luna takes her career. She would leave me in a second flat, married or not. I can’t tell her shit or I’ll lose her forever.”
Val shook his head.
“Luna is not stupid, Vin. Sooner or later she will put two and two together. You cannot keep secrets from your damn wife, man. Don’t you see?” Val muttered, sighing hard. “And what if Marcela tells her the next time that Luna stands up to her because Marcela suggested some new shit to ‘clean’ your public image. Then what? What are you gonna do?”
“Marcela wouldn’t do that?” Vin replied.
“Says who?” Val retorted. “Marcela has no code of ethics or limits, Vin. She wouldn’t give it a second thought if she’s getting some benefit and you damn well know that.”
They both went silent for a long moment, both thinking about the current situation and what to do.
“Are you going to tell Luna?” Vin asked Val, narrowing his eyes.
“So I’m the one breaking her heart into a million pieces? No way, Vin. I won’t do that, I give you my word.” He sighed in disgust. “But I swear to you that all this shit makes me so sick I want to kick your sorry ass from here to NY and back, man.” Val added, chuckling sadly.
Vin had just dragged him into his own mess in one second and now the Dominican felt the obligation to back up his best friend, praying silently for Luna not to find about it any time soon.
Val cursed silently. This was the last shit he needed right now. He already had enough shit, planning his own wedding to Renee that was starting to get on his nerves with her many questions about flowers, glassware, cutlery, colours and the like.
Val was starting to think more than seriously about dragging Renee’s ass to Las Vegas too, getting married there, not giving a damn about what their families may say about the matter. He was sick and tired of that shit even though they would get married in three weeks.
They almost hadn’t made love lately because Renee was exhausted with the wedding planning and her job.
Val sighed hard. Definitely, this situation was the last shit he wanted to find himself involved in at all. But he wasn’t going to be the one opening his mouth to tell Luna.
It may be a cowardly act but Val suspected that when the time came, Luna was going to need more than one shoulder to cry on because she was going to cry like there wasn’t a tomorrow. And when she was done crying, she would be very pissed off, and God help Vin because Luna would unleash her rage upon her husband, not giving shit about the consequences.
“I got a tattoo.” Vin whispered, pulling Val out of his own thoughts.
“Did you? Of course, you did. If not it wouldn’t be the whole tasteless, pathetic cliché.” Val couldn’t help it but a small grin tugged the corner of his lips. “You got married in Las Vegas by the King surely with Marilyn Monroe and Groucho Marx as your witnesses, so I figure a tattoo was in order.” Val’s grin grew wide.
“Cher and Tom Jones, actually.” Vin groaned and Val burst out hard laughing.
“I’d loved to see that.” Val said, chuckling.
“I think there’s a picture somewhere in the luggage. I gotta ask Luna.” Vin said, smiling slightly. Then he went serious again. “Valentino?”
“Yeah.” He replied, looking at his best friend.
“Give me a hand, bro.” Vin said, sighing hard.
Val knit a brow. “And what do you want me to do, man?”
“Keep the secret until I have the chance to tell Luna.”
Val went silent, recalling Vin’s words. He had no other choice. But at least, Vin would tell his wife what he had done.
“Okay.” Val answered, sighing defeated.
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Los Angeles. Vin’s old house.
“I still cannot believe you married without me, NJ.” Renee said, following Luna to the salon, carrying two boxes in her hands. “I didn’t know you were that reckless, Mrs. Diesel.” She teased Luna, giggling.
Luna snorted.
“I would love it if you were my bridesmaid, honey, but it was unexpected, Renee. It was spur of the moment.” Luna replied, as she placed the big box she was carrying in one of the corners. “I don’t even remember all of it.” She added, sighing as she looked around.
Luna couldn’t believe how much shit she had been able to accumulate in such a short period of time while living with Vin.
For the last two hours she had been packing her personal things with the help of Renee. Luna didn’t like the idea of strangers poking among her books, DVDs and CDs, not to mention other things such as her private and personal collection of sex toys. It would have felt weird, even though the guys from the moving company had signed a confidentiality contract before they started moving things from one house to the other.
“Did you tell your parents already?” Renee asked, pulling out a cigarette and handing another to Luna. In response, Luna chuckled sadly.
“Yeah, my dad said I better use the occasion to ensure my future financial situation now that I’ve found a rich guy, and my mom asked if her grandkids were going to be black.” Luna paused and lit her cigarette, taking a deep puff. “Oh, and my beloved sister reminded me to not to forget to send her the personalized Vin autographs she asked me for the kids of her damned neighbours.” She blew the smoke, shaking her head. “And people still wonder why I hate my fucking family.”
Renee sighed hard. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” She said, padding to Luna’s side, hugging her tightly. “Family sucks most of the time.”
Luna chuckled sadly, shrugging her shoulders.
“Fuck them! I don’t give a shit.” She said, hugging Renee back. “I married the only man I’ve ever loved with everything in me and I won’t let anyone hurt me anymore.” Luna added, releasing her best friend. “Besides, I know Vin loves me as much as I love him and that’s the only thing that matters here.” She said firmly, smiling broadly.
Renee mimicked Luna’s smile, nodding in agreement. “After all the shit you went through you really deserve to be happy, Luna.”
“Yeah, about time though.” Luna said, laughing, making Renee laugh with her.
“Oh, I saw your pics in Bora Bora. Damn! You look fucking gorgeous in all of them!” Renee exclaimed and then lit her cigarette, puffing. Luna giggled.
“Thank you, Ren. I guess happiness does that to me.” She grinned wickedly. “That and mind blowing sex.” Luna winked and turned around, heading to the kitchen. “Let’s drink something.”
Renee laughed and followed Luna. They both crossed paths with the movers that were loading the boxes Luna and Vin had been piling up the day before in the salon and garage.
“There are studies that prove that sex has amazing effects on the skin, better than a session at any spa.” She said, giggling. “Not to mention it’s more fun, and cheaper.” Renee added as she entered the kitchen.
Luna laughed hard at that. “Yeah, Diesel’s resort and spa has an open 24 hour service, and he looks like that damn pink bunny.” She joked, giggling as she pulled two diet cokes out of the fridge and turned around, handing one to Renee.
Renee conjured up a vision of Vin wearing the pink bunny outfit with a big battery attached at his back and burst out laughing hard.
“Last longer, much longer.” Renee mocked, between burst of laughter.
Luna laughed with her. “And keeps going and going and going…” She joked, laughing so hard that tears were falling down her cheeks as they both toasted.
“To the tireless pink bunny and its batteries.” Renee said solemnly, as she fought her hysterical laughter back long enough to sip from her can.
“Amen, sister.” Luna replied solemnly, sipping and with that they both started to laugh again.
One of the moving company employees entered the kitchen and found Luna and Renee laughing hysterically and he grinned, clearing his throat.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Vincent,” the man said still grinning. Luna turned her attention to him, giggling. “We’re done loading all the boxes you told us to. Do you want us to load the ones in the bedroom?”
Luna smile died on her lips. “No!!” She exclaimed and the man blinked shocked, staring at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
Luna cursed under her breath, feeling her cheeks turning red. “I’ll carry them personally, thank you.” She said, clearing her throat. “They are very fragile and priceless things.” Luna added, blushing ten shades of red.
The man looked from Luna to Renee and back to Luna. “It’s okay, ma’am, we have an exceptional insurance policy to cover any damage caused on the goods.” He explained, not really understanding what could be that priceless. “We even move stuff between museums.” He added.
“Yeah, some sex toys should be considered art pieces.” Renee whispered under her breath, chuckling.
Luna gasped and elbowed Renee hard in her ribs causing Renee to bite her tongue to prevent the laughter from escaping her lips.
“Thank you, but I will carry them.” Luna said firmly, even though she was fighting her own laughter back.
The man shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heels, heading back outside. Then he yelled at his partners that they were done and to drive the two big vans to the other house.
As soon as he disappeared from their view, Luna and Renee burst out laughing again. When Luna could control her hysterical laughter, she took a deep breath.
“I can’t believe you said that, woman.” She scolded Renee, pretending to be mad with her. Renee giggled.
“Well, it’s true, honey. Some of that shit could be showed at the most prestigious museums.” She replied, chuckling. “Those rabbit habit’s are indeed priceless.” Renee teased Luna, sipping from her can of coke.
“I think I forgot to remove the batteries from one of those yesterday.” Luna frowned slightly. “Imagine what those guys would have thought if the thing starts to vibrate inside the damn box.” She added, stifling her giggles.
Renee sobered a little. “I thought you had them already packed.” She said and took a long draught of diet coke.
“Yeah, but yesterday while I was packing them, Vin entered the room and we started to play and we ended up making one of my sex fantasies come true.” Luna whispered, giggling.
Renee arched her brows at once, grinning mischievously.
“Two guys at once?” She asked, wickedly.
“One and half actually.” Luna replied, winking and they both started to laugh again.
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Vin and Luna’s new house. ‘Black Star’.
They sat Indian Style. Luna had her body wrapped around Vin’s and they were kissing each other, still trembling in the aftermath of their intense climaxes.
Vin tilted his head to one side, deepening the passionate kiss even more as one hand slid down her back, tracing the bones of her spine with the tip of his fingers; his other hand gently knotted in her hair.
Slowly he released her lips, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, Mrs. Vincent.” Vin whispered, nuzzling her nose. Luna’s lips spread in a satisfied smile.
“I love you, Mr. Vincent.” She answered and tilted her head back, meeting his gaze.
Vin noticed how, even though Luna’s eyes were sparkling like stars, her gaze was sad too.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Vin asked, stroking her cheek.
Luna closed her eyes for a second, sighing hard and met his concerned gaze.
“It’s nothing, just that I’ve been talking with Renee this morning and she asked me about my family and…” Luna paused for a moment, frowning lightly. “And, I realized that you are my only family now, Vin. I have no one else but the three of you.” She whispered.
Vin smiled, holding her gaze as he stroked her back up and down.
“I was thinking about that too this morning while talking with Val.” Vin smiled. Luna grinned, tracing his jawline with her fingertips.
“Yeah?” She asked, smiling a little. Vin nodded ‘yes’.
“Yeah, and I wonder if you would like to go to NY to see my parents. That way you can meet the rest of our family.” Vin whispered, kissing her nose.
Luna’s smile widened. “Our family?” She breathed, swallowing hard.
“Well, they are your family now too. If you want them to be, that is.” Vin said, grinning. “However I have to warn you, baby. Paul is a pain in the ass with the most horrible sense of humour, and Sammy is a nosy brat who will ask you like hundreds of questions.”
Vin paused, chuckling, tracing slow patterns with his thumb over her cheek, as his other hand kept stroking her back, now drawing circles.
Luna found herself blinking her all of a sudden blurry vision. It was the very first time that Vin was talking about his family with her in such a way.
“But Nila, Paul’s wife, is really cool even though she’s teasing me all the time, and Peter, Sammy’s husband, is very serious but cool too, and the kids are amazing.” He wiped away the silent tears that had started to fall down her cheeks without Luna even noticing them.
“They sound like a hell of lot of fun.” Luna whispered hoarsely, swallowing back down the knot in her throat.
“Yeah, such a freak show, you’re going to hallucinate.” Vin grinned wickedly and Luna giggled, even though she was still crying at the same time. “But my mom is gonna give us shit about getting married without her being present and my dad will use the occasion to warn you about big bad guys.”
Luna laughed softly.
“It’s a little late for that.” She whispered. “I already married a big bad guy.” Luna teased Vin and he laughed with her.
“What do you say? You feel like meeting the Vincents?” Vin whispered, holding her teary gaze. Luna went serious, her eyes flickering to his.
“Do you think I’m gonna like them?” She asked shyly. Vin grinned.
“They’re gonna love you, Luna. And not because you’re my wife but because you’re a hell of a woman.” Vin replied seriously and he continued, putting as much reassurance as he could into his words. “You’re strong, intelligent and caring, and my family will fall for you ten seconds after they meet you, I swear.”
Luna choked back a sob, smiling. “Did I tell you how much I love you?” She sniffled softly and Vin smiled broadly.
“Yeah, you did but I wouldn’t mind to hear you again, you know?” He teased her, winking. Luna smiled broadly.
“I love you so much, Vin.” She whispered, circling his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
Vin hugged her tightly, pressing her body to him as much as he could.
“Not as much as I love you, Luna.” He replied, closing his eyes, kissing her temple.
They went silent for a long moment, holding each other, still sitting Indian style on the bed, until Luna cleared her throat.
“Since we’re going to go to NY, I’m thinking I could use the occasion to meet Alison, my agent, in person and the other scriptwriters that work at the HBO offices.” Luna said, inhaling in Vin’s essence.
Vin’s eyes snapped open and he tensed, swallowing hard. “Yeah, that would be good.” He replied, doing his best to sound nonchalant.
Luna tilted her head back, to look at Vin’s eyes. “Are you sure that’s okay with you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes a little.
Luna had noticed how Vin had tensed for a few seconds, just to relax afterwards.
“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s about time you met your own agent though.” He said, looking away for a moment and then meeting Luna’s gaze again. “Although I had meant to ask you how they contacted you. Renee never told me about that and neither did you.” Vin added, clearing his throat a little.
Luna frowned deeply. She would have sworn for a second that Vin’s gaze was showing guilt. Then he blinked and it wasn’t there anymore. So Luna chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Actually they were the ones that contacted me. They sent me an email, saying some of their freelancers had read one of my fan fics and that they would be interested in reading some more of my stories.” Luna explained, stroking Vin’s nape.
He used the occasion to close his eyes, pretending to be relaxing under Luna’s soft caresses but using the chance to hear her without letting her see his eyes. Vin was scared to death because Luna was able to read him and she would end up noticing that something wasn’t right.
“I sent one of my stories to a lot of agencies and I wasn’t sure if they were one of them. But they offered me a contract and when I talked with a lawyer that my neighbours recommended …”
Vin cut her off, frowning slightly.
“Your neighbours?”
“Yeah, that lovely elderly couple that lived next to my apartment.” Luna explained and Vin nodded ‘yes’ remembering the old blind man and his wife; the ones that gave him the copy of the keys for Luna’s apartment that horrible night.
“Oh yeah, I remember them.” Vin said, swallowing hard, pushing back those bad memories.
“Well, that guy, Thomas, told me that an HBO contract was really good for me. He even said that it seemed as if another lawyer had already checked it before.” Luna chuckled. Vin snapped his eyes open, glancing at her.
“Yeah? why he said that?” He asked nonchalantly. Luna shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m not sure. He said something about almost all those contracts always have some mistakes and stuff, but that HBO contract was flawless.” She answered as she kept massaging Vin’s shoulders and neck. “I guess those guys mean business. I mean, considering HBO is one of the most powerful TV channels in the country.” Luna added, not really thinking about what she was saying.
Vin closed his eyes again, cursing himself silently. “Yeah, I guess so.” He replied, making a mental note to speak with his lawyers and making sure that they hadn’t left any loose ends.
He didn’t want that Thomas lawyer to find out some day that Vin Diesel’s lawyers had been the ones correcting Luna’s contract before HBO sent it to her.
next…
Secrets 39
Chapter 39
After the wedding, Vin and Luna had traveled to Bora-Bora, spending the next week there. They chose that paradise island because Vin had a great time there while shooting ‘XXX’ and he wanted to show Luna the place. He knew that she would love it and he was right. Luna was in heaven and she was so happy she thought her heart would explode with joy.
Luna and Vin had enjoyed their honeymoon, not being disturbed by the media even though they had been aware that at least on two occasions the paparazzi had taken pictures of them. However, they never came too close to the newlywed couple, smothering them with their unwanted presence, mostly because Luna and Vin had been locked in their over-water bungalow, making love, taking the sun, swimming and enjoying their mutual company.
Nevertheless, they had spent some time taking care of other matters. Such as making sure that their new house would be ready when they were back from their honeymoon.
Vin wanted to sleep in their new home the very first night they were back in LA. So he had ordered, leaving no room for complaint or excuse, that the master bedroom and the kitchen had to be ready before they arrived.
So the company in charge of making the final touches to the house had been working relentlessly to accomplish Mr. Diesel’s request, knowing in advance how celebrities reacted when something wasn’t done when and how they wanted it to be done.
They had stored the kitchen with everything that Vin had asked. He had even provided them with a list of those things that had to be brought. Not only every single electrical appliance available on the market but also food and drinks.
Luna had been selecting the furniture from different catalogues, asking Vin for his opinion. Vin had been replying over and over that it was her home and that everything she wanted to have in the house, she only had to ask for it. Adding that he only wanted for her to be happy and for both of them to feel comfortable in the house, not giving a damn how much it was going to cost him. And he wasn’t fucking around.
Vin only decided upon one single matter and that was the name of their house. Black Star.
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(One week later)
Los Angeles. Vin and Luna’s new house. ‘Black Star’.
“You just had to do it, huh?” Valentino teased Vin as he took a seat in the kitchen. “You just had to go and get married before me, huh?” He added, opening the bottle of beer.
Vin chuckled, grinning from ear to ear and pulled another beer from the fridge.
“What can I say, man? I’m not like you, Valentino.” Vin replied, opening his Corona, sipping. “I don’t need three years to make up my mind, you know?” He teased his best friend.
Valentino snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, I needed time to be sure, Vin. Marrying is a very serious deal, man. It’s not that easy.”
Vin chuckled. “It’s as easy as you like to make it, bro.” Vin replied, grinning. “So far it’s almost the same for me. I mean we were already living together. Only difference now is we have matching wedding rings.” He winked. “And Luna is not Miss Luna Andrade anymore, but Mrs. Luna Vincent.” His grin grew wider.
He really liked the sound of that.
“Tabloids call Luna ‘Mrs. Diesel’.” Valentino teased Vin, sipping from his beer.
“Fuck the tabloids. Like I give a damn about what those losers say.” Vin replied, grinning. “She’s Mrs. Vincent and she’s my wife; my legal wife, at least here in the US.”
“Not in Spain?” Val asked, frowning lightly. In response Vin shook his head ‘no’.
“No until we marry again there or at the Spanish embassy here.”
“And you are going to do that, right?” Val asked, grinning.
“Yep. As soon as we have time. I gotta ask Luna though but I’m almost sure she will prefer to marry at the embassy instead of in Spain.” Vin said, frowning lightly.
He knew that Luna didn’t have a good relationship with her family, only with one of her sisters and not that good at all. Actually, Luna was almost like an orphan, even though she had parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and the like living in Spain.
Vin frowned deeply, thinking about that fact. He was her only family, well himself and Valentino and Renee, of course. However, she now had his family too.
Vin knew that his parents liked Luna, a lot, and that they loved her, but she still had to meet the rest of his family in person.
They had been so immersed in Luna’s recovery, the preproduction of ‘Seth’ and everything else that they hadn’t yet gone to NY.
However, Vin had no doubts that his family was going to love Luna as much as he did.
“Did you phone already your mom?” Valentino asked, pulling Vin out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, I phoned her the following morning and you should have heard her, bro. She was mad as hell, cursing like a damn sailor. I didn’t know my mom had such a mouth there though, I swear.” Vin laughed hard, shaking his head. “That was until she talked with Luna on the phone.” He added, chuckling. “Luna was so relieved to know that my mom had no problem with us getting married, even though she didn’t like one damn bit the way we did it. My mom even made jokes with Luna, saying that now there were three Mrs. Vincent’s in the family.”
“Well, I can’t blame her, man. It’s not like you did a great job, getting married wasted and high in Las Vegas.” Val replied, frowning.
Vin narrowed his eyes slightly. “Why?”
Valentino locked eyes with Vin. “Don’t get me wrong, Vin. I love the fact that you married Luna but I wonder why such a hurry? I mean, she wasn’t going to run away or something.” Val shrugged his broad shoulders. “You could have waited until you both were back from your birthday though.”
Vin went on guard in a second flat.
“Why the fuck should I have done that, huh?” He retorted, holding Val’s gaze. “It’s not like we weren’t going to end up marrying anyway, so why wait any longer?”
“Because you are not ready for such a commitment, Vin.” Val replied calmly, never taking his gaze off Vin’s. In response Vin tightened his jaw, resting his beer on the counter.
“And who the fuck are you to say such a thing, Valentino?” Vin replied, raising his voice. “I love Luna and she loves me. And maybe we didn’t marry each other in a damn traditional way but that doesn’t mean we are not ready to assume the inherent responsibilities or that we are not ready for such commitment.”
Val narrowed his eyes in suspicion because he knew that Vin wasn’t telling him all the truth behind his sudden wedding. He knew that Luna didn’t want to get married yet. Luna herself had told Val on one occasion and all of sudden a suspicion grew within Val.
“We both know how impatient you are when you want something badly, bro and what happens when you can’t get it.” Val said seriously. “There’s something more you are not telling me, Vin. And it’s okay if you want to keep it to yourself because at the end it’s your life. But don’t make me believe you did it without thinking, following an impulse, bro, because I don’t buy that shit for a minute.”
Vin closed his hands in fists, cursing himself silently.
“You think you know me, Val but you don’t know shit. I’ve changed a lot and I’m not the man I used to be, okay?” He retorted fiercely, causing Val to go on guard as well, knowing he had hit right on the mark with his words. “If I would have wanted to, I could have married Luna using my stage name, and then, I could have annulled the wedding the following morning. And just for you to know, I, Vin Diesel, the famous rich actor, didn’t make Luna sign a pre-nuptial contract. Which means that I’m not planning to divorce her anytime soon.”
Val knit a brow. Okay, that was true but still he knew there was something more, something Vin wasn’t telling, and the Dominican didn’t like one damn bit.
His guts were telling him there was something wrong in the picture and suddenly realization dawned. So taking a deep breath, Val braced himself and plunged ahead.
“Isn’t it funny?”
“What?” Vin retorted, breathing through his nostrils.
Val chuckled, shaking his head a little. “You’re unable to go pee without Renee around you yet you planned a wedding in a matter of hours even though you were wasted.”
Vin narrowed his eyes as a deep growl escaped his lips.
“What the fuck are you saying, Val?” He retorted angrily.
Slowly, Val got to his feet, facing Vin. “You planned it in advance, didn’t you?” Val asked, narrowing his eyes. “You tricked Luna because you knew she would have said ‘no’.”
Vin clenched his teeth. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t even know we were going to go to Las Vegas.” He replied nonchalantly. “We were celebrating my birthday, playing at the casino and drinking and stuff.” Vin was a hell of an actor, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to fool Valentino. “And then Luna said something about getting married and we said, ‘why not’? and we did it.” Vin added, cursing himself silently.
Vin purposely left out the fact that he had made Luna do coke with him, running the risk of causing her a cardiac arrest. Or the fact that she had been puking her guts out after all the cocktails she drank, probably hurting her esophagus and throat unnecessarily.
Vin had even been suffering nightmares because of that, feeling sick for exposing Luna, his own wife, to such a dangerous risk.
Val sighed hard, holding his gaze. “Vin, we’ve been friends since we were kids, bro. I know you better than I know myself. And this shit stinks of Marcela’s schemes.” He paused for a second, moving forward, standing in front of Vin. “Please, tell me you didn’t marry Luna so you could shoot ‘Hannibal’.”
Vin shut his eyes tightly, cursing himself.
“You son of a bitch.” Val replied, feeling his blood boiling within his veins. “How could you do that shit to her, man?”
“It’s not like that, Val.” Vin paused, clearing his throat. “I’m in love with Luna, Valentino. I do love her more than air to breath, man. I didn’t marry her so I could shoot the fucking movie.” He swallowed hard against the invisible knot that was closing his throat and then opened his eyes, meeting Val’s concerned gaze. “It’s true that the fact that I married a scriptwriter and not any brainless slut will help me with ‘Hannibal’ but I swear to you I didn’t do it because of that. I swear to God. You have to believe me, Valentino.”
Val moved backward a step, shaking his head in disbelief. “From all the things you’ve done to get where you are today, this is probably the lowest of all of them.” Val said, disgust evident in his voice. “I’ve always known Marcela didn’t have any scruples or decency, but honestly I didn’t expect this shit from you, man.”
Vin heaved a hard sigh. “It’s easy for you, Val because you are not risking shit here. It’s my career we’re talking about, man. My fucking career.”
“No, Vin, we’re talking about Luna’s life, man, and the fact that you keep using her for your own benefit.” Val hissed, doing his best to not kick some common sense into his best friend. “And the worst thing is that she’s your wife now, Vin. Luna is your wife and you keep manipulating her as you wish.”
Vin shut his eyes tightly, rubbing his forehead.
He damn well knew that Val was right but he was trapped now in his own shit and he couldn’t back out that easily now. Not without losing Luna forever. And the worst thing was that Marcela had him by the balls and he had let her, not even thinking about it. And now it was too late because Vin didn’t know how to release himself from the mess he had gotten himself into.
“What are you going to do now?” Val asked, pulling Vin out of his own chaotic thoughts.
Vin opened his eyes, looking at Valentino who had taken a seat again in a great effort to keep a physical distance from Vin or he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t end up beating the shit out of his best friend.
“What do you mean?” Vin replied, leaning against the counter, letting out a heavy sigh.
“You damn well know what I mean, Vin!” Val snapped back, breathing hard. “Are you going to keep the secret? Again?” He asked, sighing hard. “Just like you did with the HBO shit?”
Vin growled deeply. “And what should I do, man? I can’t tell Luna about that. You know as well as I do how seriously Luna takes her career. She would leave me in a second flat, married or not. I can’t tell her shit or I’ll lose her forever.”
Val shook his head.
“Luna is not stupid, Vin. Sooner or later she will put two and two together. You cannot keep secrets from your damn wife, man. Don’t you see?” Val muttered, sighing hard. “And what if Marcela tells her the next time that Luna stands up to her because Marcela suggested some new shit to ‘clean’ your public image. Then what? What are you gonna do?”
“Marcela wouldn’t do that?” Vin replied.
“Says who?” Val retorted. “Marcela has no code of ethics or limits, Vin. She wouldn’t give it a second thought if she’s getting some benefit and you damn well know that.”
They both went silent for a long moment, both thinking about the current situation and what to do.
“Are you going to tell Luna?” Vin asked Val, narrowing his eyes.
“So I’m the one breaking her heart into a million pieces? No way, Vin. I won’t do that, I give you my word.” He sighed in disgust. “But I swear to you that all this shit makes me so sick I want to kick your sorry ass from here to NY and back, man.” Val added, chuckling sadly.
Vin had just dragged him into his own mess in one second and now the Dominican felt the obligation to back up his best friend, praying silently for Luna not to find about it any time soon.
Val cursed silently. This was the last shit he needed right now. He already had enough shit, planning his own wedding to Renee that was starting to get on his nerves with her many questions about flowers, glassware, cutlery, colours and the like.
Val was starting to think more than seriously about dragging Renee’s ass to Las Vegas too, getting married there, not giving a damn about what their families may say about the matter. He was sick and tired of that shit even though they would get married in three weeks.
They almost hadn’t made love lately because Renee was exhausted with the wedding planning and her job.
Val sighed hard. Definitely, this situation was the last shit he wanted to find himself involved in at all. But he wasn’t going to be the one opening his mouth to tell Luna.
It may be a cowardly act but Val suspected that when the time came, Luna was going to need more than one shoulder to cry on because she was going to cry like there wasn’t a tomorrow. And when she was done crying, she would be very pissed off, and God help Vin because Luna would unleash her rage upon her husband, not giving shit about the consequences.
“I got a tattoo.” Vin whispered, pulling Val out of his own thoughts.
“Did you? Of course, you did. If not it wouldn’t be the whole tasteless, pathetic cliché.” Val couldn’t help it but a small grin tugged the corner of his lips. “You got married in Las Vegas by the King surely with Marilyn Monroe and Groucho Marx as your witnesses, so I figure a tattoo was in order.” Val’s grin grew wide.
“Cher and Tom Jones, actually.” Vin groaned and Val burst out hard laughing.
“I’d loved to see that.” Val said, chuckling.
“I think there’s a picture somewhere in the luggage. I gotta ask Luna.” Vin said, smiling slightly. Then he went serious again. “Valentino?”
“Yeah.” He replied, looking at his best friend.
“Give me a hand, bro.” Vin said, sighing hard.
Val knit a brow. “And what do you want me to do, man?”
“Keep the secret until I have the chance to tell Luna.”
Val went silent, recalling Vin’s words. He had no other choice. But at least, Vin would tell his wife what he had done.
“Okay.” Val answered, sighing defeated.
———–
Los Angeles. Vin’s old house.
“I still cannot believe you married without me, NJ.” Renee said, following Luna to the salon, carrying two boxes in her hands. “I didn’t know you were that reckless, Mrs. Diesel.” She teased Luna, giggling.
Luna snorted.
“I would love it if you were my bridesmaid, honey, but it was unexpected, Renee. It was spur of the moment.” Luna replied, as she placed the big box she was carrying in one of the corners. “I don’t even remember all of it.” She added, sighing as she looked around.
Luna couldn’t believe how much shit she had been able to accumulate in such a short period of time while living with Vin.
For the last two hours she had been packing her personal things with the help of Renee. Luna didn’t like the idea of strangers poking among her books, DVDs and CDs, not to mention other things such as her private and personal collection of sex toys. It would have felt weird, even though the guys from the moving company had signed a confidentiality contract before they started moving things from one house to the other.
“Did you tell your parents already?” Renee asked, pulling out a cigarette and handing another to Luna. In response, Luna chuckled sadly.
“Yeah, my dad said I better use the occasion to ensure my future financial situation now that I’ve found a rich guy, and my mom asked if her grandkids were going to be black.” Luna paused and lit her cigarette, taking a deep puff. “Oh, and my beloved sister reminded me to not to forget to send her the personalized Vin autographs she asked me for the kids of her damned neighbours.” She blew the smoke, shaking her head. “And people still wonder why I hate my fucking family.”
Renee sighed hard. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” She said, padding to Luna’s side, hugging her tightly. “Family sucks most of the time.”
Luna chuckled sadly, shrugging her shoulders.
“Fuck them! I don’t give a shit.” She said, hugging Renee back. “I married the only man I’ve ever loved with everything in me and I won’t let anyone hurt me anymore.” Luna added, releasing her best friend. “Besides, I know Vin loves me as much as I love him and that’s the only thing that matters here.” She said firmly, smiling broadly.
Renee mimicked Luna’s smile, nodding in agreement. “After all the shit you went through you really deserve to be happy, Luna.”
“Yeah, about time though.” Luna said, laughing, making Renee laugh with her.
“Oh, I saw your pics in Bora Bora. Damn! You look fucking gorgeous in all of them!” Renee exclaimed and then lit her cigarette, puffing. Luna giggled.
“Thank you, Ren. I guess happiness does that to me.” She grinned wickedly. “That and mind blowing sex.” Luna winked and turned around, heading to the kitchen. “Let’s drink something.”
Renee laughed and followed Luna. They both crossed paths with the movers that were loading the boxes Luna and Vin had been piling up the day before in the salon and garage.
“There are studies that prove that sex has amazing effects on the skin, better than a session at any spa.” She said, giggling. “Not to mention it’s more fun, and cheaper.” Renee added as she entered the kitchen.
Luna laughed hard at that. “Yeah, Diesel’s resort and spa has an open 24 hour service, and he looks like that damn pink bunny.” She joked, giggling as she pulled two diet cokes out of the fridge and turned around, handing one to Renee.
Renee conjured up a vision of Vin wearing the pink bunny outfit with a big battery attached at his back and burst out laughing hard.
“Last longer, much longer.” Renee mocked, between burst of laughter.
Luna laughed with her. “And keeps going and going and going…” She joked, laughing so hard that tears were falling down her cheeks as they both toasted.
“To the tireless pink bunny and its batteries.” Renee said solemnly, as she fought her hysterical laughter back long enough to sip from her can.
“Amen, sister.” Luna replied solemnly, sipping and with that they both started to laugh again.
One of the moving company employees entered the kitchen and found Luna and Renee laughing hysterically and he grinned, clearing his throat.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Vincent,” the man said still grinning. Luna turned her attention to him, giggling. “We’re done loading all the boxes you told us to. Do you want us to load the ones in the bedroom?”
Luna smile died on her lips. “No!!” She exclaimed and the man blinked shocked, staring at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
Luna cursed under her breath, feeling her cheeks turning red. “I’ll carry them personally, thank you.” She said, clearing her throat. “They are very fragile and priceless things.” Luna added, blushing ten shades of red.
The man looked from Luna to Renee and back to Luna. “It’s okay, ma’am, we have an exceptional insurance policy to cover any damage caused on the goods.” He explained, not really understanding what could be that priceless. “We even move stuff between museums.” He added.
“Yeah, some sex toys should be considered art pieces.” Renee whispered under her breath, chuckling.
Luna gasped and elbowed Renee hard in her ribs causing Renee to bite her tongue to prevent the laughter from escaping her lips.
“Thank you, but I will carry them.” Luna said firmly, even though she was fighting her own laughter back.
The man shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heels, heading back outside. Then he yelled at his partners that they were done and to drive the two big vans to the other house.
As soon as he disappeared from their view, Luna and Renee burst out laughing again. When Luna could control her hysterical laughter, she took a deep breath.
“I can’t believe you said that, woman.” She scolded Renee, pretending to be mad with her. Renee giggled.
“Well, it’s true, honey. Some of that shit could be showed at the most prestigious museums.” She replied, chuckling. “Those rabbit habit’s are indeed priceless.” Renee teased Luna, sipping from her can of coke.
“I think I forgot to remove the batteries from one of those yesterday.” Luna frowned slightly. “Imagine what those guys would have thought if the thing starts to vibrate inside the damn box.” She added, stifling her giggles.
Renee sobered a little. “I thought you had them already packed.” She said and took a long draught of diet coke.
“Yeah, but yesterday while I was packing them, Vin entered the room and we started to play and we ended up making one of my sex fantasies come true.” Luna whispered, giggling.
Renee arched her brows at once, grinning mischievously.
“Two guys at once?” She asked, wickedly.
“One and half actually.” Luna replied, winking and they both started to laugh again.
————–
Vin and Luna’s new house. ‘Black Star’.
They sat Indian Style. Luna had her body wrapped around Vin’s and they were kissing each other, still trembling in the aftermath of their intense climaxes.
Vin tilted his head to one side, deepening the passionate kiss even more as one hand slid down her back, tracing the bones of her spine with the tip of his fingers; his other hand gently knotted in her hair.
Slowly he released her lips, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, Mrs. Vincent.” Vin whispered, nuzzling her nose. Luna’s lips spread in a satisfied smile.
“I love you, Mr. Vincent.” She answered and tilted her head back, meeting his gaze.
Vin noticed how, even though Luna’s eyes were sparkling like stars, her gaze was sad too.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Vin asked, stroking her cheek.
Luna closed her eyes for a second, sighing hard and met his concerned gaze.
“It’s nothing, just that I’ve been talking with Renee this morning and she asked me about my family and…” Luna paused for a moment, frowning lightly. “And, I realized that you are my only family now, Vin. I have no one else but the three of you.” She whispered.
Vin smiled, holding her gaze as he stroked her back up and down.
“I was thinking about that too this morning while talking with Val.” Vin smiled. Luna grinned, tracing his jawline with her fingertips.
“Yeah?” She asked, smiling a little. Vin nodded ‘yes’.
“Yeah, and I wonder if you would like to go to NY to see my parents. That way you can meet the rest of our family.” Vin whispered, kissing her nose.
Luna’s smile widened. “Our family?” She breathed, swallowing hard.
“Well, they are your family now too. If you want them to be, that is.” Vin said, grinning. “However I have to warn you, baby. Paul is a pain in the ass with the most horrible sense of humour, and Sammy is a nosy brat who will ask you like hundreds of questions.”
Vin paused, chuckling, tracing slow patterns with his thumb over her cheek, as his other hand kept stroking her back, now drawing circles.
Luna found herself blinking her all of a sudden blurry vision. It was the very first time that Vin was talking about his family with her in such a way.
“But Nila, Paul’s wife, is really cool even though she’s teasing me all the time, and Peter, Sammy’s husband, is very serious but cool too, and the kids are amazing.” He wiped away the silent tears that had started to fall down her cheeks without Luna even noticing them.
“They sound like a hell of lot of fun.” Luna whispered hoarsely, swallowing back down the knot in her throat.
“Yeah, such a freak show, you’re going to hallucinate.” Vin grinned wickedly and Luna giggled, even though she was still crying at the same time. “But my mom is gonna give us shit about getting married without her being present and my dad will use the occasion to warn you about big bad guys.”
Luna laughed softly.
“It’s a little late for that.” She whispered. “I already married a big bad guy.” Luna teased Vin and he laughed with her.
“What do you say? You feel like meeting the Vincents?” Vin whispered, holding her teary gaze. Luna went serious, her eyes flickering to his.
“Do you think I’m gonna like them?” She asked shyly. Vin grinned.
“They’re gonna love you, Luna. And not because you’re my wife but because you’re a hell of a woman.” Vin replied seriously and he continued, putting as much reassurance as he could into his words. “You’re strong, intelligent and caring, and my family will fall for you ten seconds after they meet you, I swear.”
Luna choked back a sob, smiling. “Did I tell you how much I love you?” She sniffled softly and Vin smiled broadly.
“Yeah, you did but I wouldn’t mind to hear you again, you know?” He teased her, winking. Luna smiled broadly.
“I love you so much, Vin.” She whispered, circling his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
Vin hugged her tightly, pressing her body to him as much as he could.
“Not as much as I love you, Luna.” He replied, closing his eyes, kissing her temple.
They went silent for a long moment, holding each other, still sitting Indian style on the bed, until Luna cleared her throat.
“Since we’re going to go to NY, I’m thinking I could use the occasion to meet Alison, my agent, in person and the other scriptwriters that work at the HBO offices.” Luna said, inhaling in Vin’s essence.
Vin’s eyes snapped open and he tensed, swallowing hard. “Yeah, that would be good.” He replied, doing his best to sound nonchalant.
Luna tilted her head back, to look at Vin’s eyes. “Are you sure that’s okay with you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes a little.
Luna had noticed how Vin had tensed for a few seconds, just to relax afterwards.
“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s about time you met your own agent though.” He said, looking away for a moment and then meeting Luna’s gaze again. “Although I had meant to ask you how they contacted you. Renee never told me about that and neither did you.” Vin added, clearing his throat a little.
Luna frowned deeply. She would have sworn for a second that Vin’s gaze was showing guilt. Then he blinked and it wasn’t there anymore. So Luna chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Actually they were the ones that contacted me. They sent me an email, saying some of their freelancers had read one of my fan fics and that they would be interested in reading some more of my stories.” Luna explained, stroking Vin’s nape.
He used the occasion to close his eyes, pretending to be relaxing under Luna’s soft caresses but using the chance to hear her without letting her see his eyes. Vin was scared to death because Luna was able to read him and she would end up noticing that something wasn’t right.
“I sent one of my stories to a lot of agencies and I wasn’t sure if they were one of them. But they offered me a contract and when I talked with a lawyer that my neighbours recommended …”
Vin cut her off, frowning slightly.
“Your neighbours?”
“Yeah, that lovely elderly couple that lived next to my apartment.” Luna explained and Vin nodded ‘yes’ remembering the old blind man and his wife; the ones that gave him the copy of the keys for Luna’s apartment that horrible night.
“Oh yeah, I remember them.” Vin said, swallowing hard, pushing back those bad memories.
“Well, that guy, Thomas, told me that an HBO contract was really good for me. He even said that it seemed as if another lawyer had already checked it before.” Luna chuckled. Vin snapped his eyes open, glancing at her.
“Yeah? why he said that?” He asked nonchalantly. Luna shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m not sure. He said something about almost all those contracts always have some mistakes and stuff, but that HBO contract was flawless.” She answered as she kept massaging Vin’s shoulders and neck. “I guess those guys mean business. I mean, considering HBO is one of the most powerful TV channels in the country.” Luna added, not really thinking about what she was saying.
Vin closed his eyes again, cursing himself silently. “Yeah, I guess so.” He replied, making a mental note to speak with his lawyers and making sure that they hadn’t left any loose ends.
He didn’t want that Thomas lawyer to find out some day that Vin Diesel’s lawyers had been the ones correcting Luna’s contract before HBO sent it to her.
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