62
The limo came to a stop but I didn't want to get out. Not just yet.
"Impaurito (Scared)?" Vittore voiced from beside me.
"No. Just cautious," I mumbled, looking out the window to the dock we'd stopped at.
It lead to a large well lit yacht that already had people flooding around. They all wore tuxedos and fancy evening dresses besides the butlers who were dressed in all white with black bows. My eyes caught the sight of the security at the entrance. Three buff guys and one bulky looking woman who were checking each and every person thoroughly.
"Well you should be," Vittore mumbled and opening the door, easily stepping out. He then turned to me and held his hand out for me to take, which I did.