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Part 2 | Suprise

The wedding pretty much began to clear out when the bride was handcuffed.

Vaughn watched many of the guests still shower Mr.Jeffery with compliments on how beautiful his wedding was despite the events that occured.

Many women flucked to Mr.Jeffery arms, offering him kisses and hugs of comfort after his big heartbreak.

Apparently being threatened at gun point still wasn't enough to detour people from what they did best; suck up to the rich.

Except for Agent Tasha of course. Infact it seemed she was on the opposite side of the spectrum because she was currently hog tying the daughter of one of the most notorious mafia boss in the region

-with her own wedding dress.

Vaughn folded his arms and walked over to her, waiting for an explanation on why she was currently arresting his lead that he had invested his time in, ruining his mission.

Because if anybody was going to ruin anything in his life, of course it would be her. It was always her.

There were few things that Vaughn would admit was committed to, but his ambition to become the best agent of the FCU wasn't one of them.

Ever since he completed his first misson at 5 he's naturally known that role was made for him. That rank being physical embodiment of how hard he's worked for over 20 years.

While normal kids did normal things, like playing video games or watching sports Vaughn was learning how to speak 20 different languages and how to load different weapons with one hand. Sometimes at the same time.

He hadn't complained once, after all it shaped him into the wonderful man he was today. He's saved countless lives, taken a bunch too. Yet even after all that, his rank was still second best.

Because Agent Tasha Morgan had the top title. She was adopted into a seperate section of the FCU at a young age as well, younger than him.

She had the position because apparently she was "more mature" and "more focused" then Vaughn was.

Which basically meant, she was boring and Vaughn wasn't.

Yet she got the rank and he didn't.

Life is so unfair sometimes.

It didn't matter, he was determined to get that rank. Even if it meant a couple more years of trying.

But as of today, Tasha had not only taken his life's goal - but his mission lead too. And his pride couldn't allow that.

"What are you doing here Agent Carter?" She finally asks as she ripped the vale off Layla's head.

Vaughn looked at her, then at the gun at his hand.

"Oh just enjoying the sunshine." He says , his voice potent with fresh sarcasm. "What are you doing here?"

He saw her jaw clench but she didn't spare him a glance, still focusing on the capture of his lead. "What do you think I'm doing, Agent Carter? I'm solving my case."

He hated the way his name sounded coming from her lips. He hated the way she sounded in general. So...matter a fact, like a stick had permanent residence up her rectum.

"That." He gestured at her tying the murderous bride up like a Christmas present. Leaving her in only a lacy undershirt and short-shorts. "Is barely solving anything, you're just doing free bondage play. Did you 2 even establish a safe word?"

Tasha finally looked at him to give him a glare so venomous it could make a snake jealous.

"Leave it to you to bring a kink into any conversation." She says.