The Mafias Angel in RED

CHAPTER 3

DAMON POV~~

"You do realize father that the only reason I am going to this party is for you", "and to find a fiancé to get engaged to Damon" father said, "absolutely not" I said in a calm tone, "Damon, you are 35 yd, I will not take a no for an answer", "I will find a wife at the right time and it's not going to be now" I said to him "Damon, I better get a call from you that you found your match at the end of the night, and don't you dare think that you can get away with not listening to me" he hang up the phone without another word.

I looked at the rearview mirror just to see Michael absolutely judge the hell out of me, "what are you looking at", "an idiot" he said.

Michael is the only person I can accept, looks like that from, I mean I have known him for a decade, I am surprised we are still not married to each other.

Michael is not only my personal driver, assistant, and almost mother, he is my best friend and my brother, I known his for over twenty years, he has seen my in my lowest, my highest, my scariest, and my greatest.

We met when he was 18 and I was 15, after my mothers death, my father would just throw money at my face to get rid of me, and spend all day drowning in whiskey, so he can drink away his pain and anger.

And Michael would sneak me into parties and clubs to hype me up, and he loved me like I was his little brother.

"I mean your father is right, your 35yd and still single, what's the problem in finding a woman to marry you, I mean your handsome, rich, powerful, and fucking sexy, what can a woman want more, anyway I am sick of driving you, with your snobby face", "am I that annoying to drive" I said with an annoyed face, "absolutely you are, anyway the moment you find yourself a woman to marry, I will quit this job and find myself a woman to love" he said.

"Also I am starting to realize I look like a fucking model in his 20s at the age of 38 yd, and an additional to that I am starting to realize you depressing vibes are starting to get to me, it's like I am you" he said with that annoying face of his.

The car stopped and then said Michael "get the hell out and go get some action, and let me attend you wedding you shithead", I then punched the aside of his face from the backseat of the limo, he started laughing and said "I hope that hurt you dickhead".

I Got out of the car, and put my hands in my pockets, and looked at the big Millers house, it's one of the best places to host a party in and the worst place to find a (wife / fiancé).