No paparazzi, no cameras, no flashes, Luna told herself silently as she crossed the front of “Marino’s” main door, driving Vin’s car directly to an alley where they were going to leave the car parked.
They walked hand in hand along the alley, kissing each other from time to time. Vin stopped in front of a door and knocked loudly. In two seconds the door was opened and the owner of the restaurant greeted them.
Vin and Luna followed the man through the kitchen to the salon, where Vin had reserved one of the best tables that surrounded the dance floor which was situated at the centre of the large salon. They sat in front of each other, smiling broadly.
A moment later an old man took a seat in front of a black piano and started to play a sweet melody.
Almost immediately, Vin stood and offered his hand to Luna, smiling. Luna accepted his hand and stood as well. They headed toward the dance floor and joined the other couples that were already dancing.
Luna rested her head on Vin’s shoulder, her lips slightly brushing his neck. She was breathing in his fragrance while murmuring softly the words of the songs. She had one hand resting gently on his back, it had slid there passing down his arm; the fingers of the other entwined with his, resting against his chest.
Vin was listening to her voice, so low that only he could heard it. Her lips were brushing softly his skin, kissing his neck, using the pauses of the melody. Vin had his free hand gently pressing against the centre of her back while his fingertips were tapping her skin in the rhythm of the music.
Their bodies were literally pressed together. Melody after melody they slid across the dance floor, dancing slowly under the eyes of the rest of the patrons that were dining there. Sometimes they found themselves dancing alone on the dance floor.
Some of the patrons had recognized him but not even one of them dared to ask Vin Diesel for his autograph or for his attention.
Everyone around them seemed to understand the private and personal moment the couple were sharing.
Sully glanced at his chrono as he lit up a new cigarette. He was situated across the street in front of ‘Marino’s’. At his feet a dozen butts were spread and his digital camera was hanging from his neck.
He lifted his head and watched Mike getting out of his car, heading towards him. Sully looked over Mike’s shoulder and frowned deeply. At least three more paparazzi had arrived as well, following Mike’s car.
“How long have they been in there?” Mike asked as he put a new memory card in his camera. Sully glanced at his chrono grinning.
“Around two hours,” he replied taking a drag from his cigarette.
Mike rolled his eyes and sighed hard. They’d have to wait at least one more hour for their target to show up with his new chick.
“How’d you know Diesel was here?” Mike asked rubbing his hands together. It was starting to get cold at the port. Sully grinned evilly.
“I’ve got my connections, son.” He grinned, dropping the butt and, pulling out a new cigarette, he took a deep puff.
Sully had been working for more than twenty years as a reporter. He had started covering violent conflicts all around the world as a war photographer.
However, after he had been shot in Lebanon and kidnapped in Nicaragua; Sully made up his mind and decided that it had been enough adventure for a lifetime.
He moved to LA and found a new job, taking pictures of celebrities at parties, openings and all kinds of charity events. After a couple of years, Sully found that those pictures paid really well but there was another kind of pictures that paid even better. Tabloids could pay a hell of a lot of money for a picture of a celebrity, caught off guard while taking the sun, shopping in the supermarket or just jogging.
Vin Diesel was worth all the effort and time. It was no less than impossible to catch him outside of public events. There were just a few pictures of him in which he was just doing normal things.
On the few occasions that Vin Diesel conceded an interview, it was always for a specific kind of press, never tabloids. And in those interviews, he only talked about his last project or the latest movie he was promoting.
Vin Diesel was really reticent about revealing details of his private life or his origins. About his affairs, with a couple of exceptions, there were just actresses, models, porn stars and wannabes that wanted to have their fifteen minutes of fame. And on most of the occasions, those same chicks were the ones that phoned Sully, sharing with the paparazzo fifty per cent of his profits.
The rumors about wild parties at his place with girls he met at clubs had always been persistent. Most of those chicks stuck with him for less time than one of his t-shirts were on his body.
Nevertheless it had been almost a week and Vin Diesel had literally vanished from the wild nights of LA. With the exception of his appearance at the opening of ‘Cha-Cha-Cha’, nobody seemed to know anything about him.
His personal assistant and manager said that Vin Diesel was focused on his next project and his best friend and bodyguard Valentino Morales was missing as well.
Sully grinned, lost in thought.
He had taken a picture of Diesel kissing a chick while walking around his house with his dog Roman. After that, Vin Diesel had arrived with another chick at Cha-Cha-Cha. Until that moment nothing had been out of the ordinary. But Sully’s gut instinct told him that there was something more. So he had taken a seat in front of his computer and checked every picture he had of Diesel and the chick. And it was then when Sully realized that she was the same woman.
He showed her picture to his connections and he had searched the Internet. Nobody knew who she was. There was nothing about the mysterious woman at all.
Sully frowned when he remembered that he had a picture of her leaving Diesel’s home, driving his SUV with his dog Roman sitting at her side. Sully’s sagacious sense told him that maybe this woman wasn’t like the others.
Sully, as well as almost everybody in Hollywood, knew that Vin Diesel was going to shoot a new movie in Canada. It was going to be the sequel of “Pitch Black”. And everybody knew that Vin Diesel was addicted to work, so it would be impossible to have a picture of him during those months.
Sully knew full well that as soon as Vin Diesel started to shoot his next movie, those pictures would be worth more than gold itself.
They were staring at each others eyes; the fingers of one hand entwined.
Suddenly the maitre d’ came to his side. Vin blinked and looked up at him, puzzled; the man bent down slightly and whispered something against his ear.
Vin Diesel raised his head and looked at the bar, arching a brow. A fat man with white hair lifted his glass of water and bowed. In response, Vin grunted softly, frowning deeply.
Without a word, Vin kissed Luna’s hand and stood. After that, Vin Diesel headed towards the bar.
Luna followed him with her eyes, frowning slightly and saw Vin talking with a man at the restaurant bar.
“Never gonna get tired, huh, Sully?” Vin Diesel asked seriously, fixing the man with a cold gaze. Sully shrugged his shoulders, chuckling.
“Please, Mr. Diesel, just a couple of pics…” Sully grinned devilishly. “With her.” He added as he took a sip from his water.
Vin narrowed his eyes as a deep growl escaped his lips.
“No way, Sully” Vin Diesel replied his voice as cold as ice. “Just me at the entrance. Take it or leave me the fuck alone, Sully.” He added, as serious as a heart attack.
In response Sully reluctantly nodded ‘yes’ and leaving his glass of water, he headed towards the main door of the restaurant.
Luna saw how Vin Diesel followed the man outside. She then sighed as she stood. Luna used the opportunity to go to the bathroom.
When she was done, Luna saw Vin Diesel posing for the paparazzi at the entrance of the restaurant. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, grinning. Then she headed back to their table and asked for desserts.
A few minutes later, Vin Diesel crossed the salon with long strides and took a seat in front of Luna. Vin took her hand in his, squeezing gently, kissing it. In response, Luna smiled broadly, winking at him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Vin cursed loudly, looking through the rear window of his car. Luna frowned deeply, glancing behind them through the rear mirror. “Stop the car, Luna. Let me drive!”
“No way,” she retorted. “What’s the matter?” Luna asked as she glanced at him. Vin rolled his eyes.
“Sully.” Vin growled as he turned his head to look at her. “I mean it, Luna. Let me drive the fucking car.” Vin demanded, his voice cold and hard.
In response, Luna shook her head no. Vin grunted as he punched the dashboard.
“Fuck, Luna. I’m not shitting you.” He warned her.
Luna’s eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on the car situated just behind the Mercedes.
“The red car?” She narrowed her eyes. Vin turned his head to look behind them, nodding.
“Yeah. The fucking red car.” He retorted, tightening his jaw.
Luna bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. She then tightened her grip around the steering wheel and grinned.
In two seconds an invisible hand pushed against Vin’s chest and he found himself pressed back against the seat. Vin turned his head fast, staring at her with wide eyes.
Luna glanced at him from the corner of her eye and put her foot on the accelerator. In a second flat the black Mercedes increased the distance with the red car.
Vin shook his head a little and got comfortable. “I’ll lead the way.” He said, grinning staring at Luna’s legs.
Luna was crossing from one lane to another while accelerating and braking to avoid the other cars in the highway. Both hands holding the steering wheel gently yet firmly. Her back was relaxed, pressed against the seat.
She was glancing constantly at the three mirrors in the car. The muscles in her legs flexed according to the moves of her feet inside of her impossibly black high heels. Her heart was beating fast, but her breath was even.
Sully was driving his red car following the black Mercedes along the highway. He was constantly pressing the accelerator in order to not lose Vin Diesel’s trace.
From time to time Sully glanced at the panel in front of his eyes, gasping every time he had to increase the speed. Sully was doing his best, but he had to admit that Vin Diesel was driving like no one he’d ever seen before.
When he thought that he had lost them, he found the black Mercedes in front of him and Sully grinned.
It seemed that after all the training that Vin Diesel had taken to shoot that movie about streets racers; he wasn’t that good at driving his black Mercedes SL600. Or that was what Sully thought, grinning dumbly.
Suddenly, Luna pressed the brake and almost stopped the car. Vin’s eyes widened as he turned his head fast to look at the red car, that was just behind them.
“What the fuck…?” Vin said looking at Luna through narrowed eyes.
In response Luna laughed hard and held her gaze on Sully’s eyes through the rear view mirror.
“Sorry, Mr. Sully. Kisses are over.” She said, changing speed. Vin looked at her, puzzled at the meaning of her words, and Luna grinned, winking. “Let’s fuck.” She added and pressed the accelerator to the floor.
Vin’s back was pushed against the seat with such force that he gasped and his eyes were wide. Luna glanced at him from the corner of her eye one more time, grinning.
Vin fixed her with a questioning look written all over his face until realization dawned.
“Fuck, Luna. You’ve been fucking with him all the time?” He asked, puzzled. Luna’s laughter floated around him, like a fresh breeze. “Jesus, woman! Now I know the second thing that you do more than just damn fine.” Vin added, and burst out laughing hard.
Sully’s eyes almost popped out of his face. In seconds, he had lost the black Mercedes SL600, it was completely out of sight.
“Fuck!” Sully cursed, annoyed punching the steering wheel.
Slowly he looked for a place to stop his car. Sully pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the sweat off his forehead. His heart was racing and his breath was ragged.
“Bitch.” He muttered in disgust when he realized that it was the mysterious woman who was driving like hell and that she had been fucking with him since he started to stalk them.