Velvette was too busy with her show, and Vox had whatever bullshit he had to do so here you were.

Val had thrown another temper tantrum after getting home from the club because one of his toys stood up to him and hurt his ego. You were left to ‘comfort’ him, keep him from killing someone.

“That hijo de puta.. It’s like Angel never knew how lucky he is that I hired him. I’m gonna show that little fucking..” You heard him grumble to himself as you went into his room to see what was up.