Love Will Find A Way [Huskerdust]

Chapter 1

Angel Dust Pov.

As the limousine was driving down the streets of Hell, Valentino was ranting into his phone.

One of his four long arms was draped around my waist, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. Meanwhile, I looked outside the open window.

The cold air hit my face and made my legs shiver. I wore a long dress before Val made me change into a much shorter, dark pink dress, which barely hid anything. At least it was complementing my waist with a black leather corset belt that also pushed out my chest fluff.

I could just close the darkened window, but I would much rather endure the cold than give my full attention to Valentino and his conversation on the phone.

It did not take much longer until I noticed the houses around us becoming much fancier. It almost looked like we left Hell if it wasn't for the red sky and the random body parts on the sidewalk.

"¡Mierda! Why is his casino bigger than our fucking tower?!" Valentino snarled. I was pretty sure that he was talking to Vox. I tried to look out of the windshield, which wasn't easy considering how small I was compared to Val.

In front of us was a huge building, way bigger than the V tower.

There was no way that this could only be a casino. The building itself was white, having multiple floors, with balconies and big windows on them. There were blue lights that shined from the bottom to the top, with yellow lights sprinkled across the building, making it look like stars on a clear night. Right on top was a huge neon sign, reading "Lady Luck". Whoever designed it must have really loved Las Vegas. I was never there in my life, but I've seen it in magazines and pictures several times; it looked just like this. For a short moment, it actually felt like I was alive again.

Val's driver held in front of the huge building and let us out of the limousine. The man behind the steering wheel drove off immediately, making space for the next cars.

Now I could really see the casino and not just through a small gap because I wasn't able to see through the windshield.

We stood under a small roof, which shielded the blood-red sky from us. Instead, there were hundreds of lights above us, making everything shine beautifully. In the middle of the large entrance area was a huge fountain that formed pretty figures with its water. There were three red carpets in front of us, which led from the street to the large entrances, which all led into the same hall. The entrances were separated by tall, perfectly trimmed rose bushes, something you wouldn't expect to see in Hell.

My arm was grabbed by Valentino, who did not care about the beautiful facade of the building, and pulled me through one of the big glass doors. Of course, the amazement did not stop after getting inside.

The entrance hall was so big, it was hard to find something to look at first.

The walls were black, decorated with red details like diamonds and hearts, the kind that was on playing cards. There were a few sitting areas, which had benches with red cushions; a few people sat here and there, looking like they were in some regular club. Not that I was any better; it almost felt like I did not belong here.

Behind all the sitting areas was a luxurious-looking bar. It was also black with golden neon lights on the front, which were formed like clubs and spades this time. Behind the bar stood a young-looking man; he had red long hair, fox features, and showed the person he was talking to a sharp-toothed grin. The whole lounge area was illuminated by a big crystal chandelier.

Sadly, I couldn't look around any longer because Valentino pulled me along.

The part through the next door was a long bright hall, with lines of slot machines, poker tables, and a few pool tables in the darker spots that were further away. Right in the middle of the room was another bar; it was white, with red details and round. This time, there was no barkeeper in sight. The people in here looked much more like they were going to some super fancy restaurant; considering how big this place was, something like a restaurant must be around here too. Now I felt completely out of place, not that I cared; I looked hella sexy after all.

Valentino got annoyed after a while of looking through the hall. "Where is that fucking cobarde?" he asked himself. He crossed his lower set of arms, while his right upper arm grabbed my arm harder. It wasn't his way of making me stay because he knew I would never run from him; he was just making sure that he wouldn't start shredding the place because some unimportant idiot was making him wait.

"Can I perhaps assist you, sir?"

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I've been staring at pictures of Las Vegas the whole day, just for this chapter lmao.

translation:
¡Mierda! = Shit!
cobarde = coward

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