The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 1

The roar of the gun's detonations echoed in the shooting room of Demian Morgan's house, a space that had been designed in the plans of the new house he had ordered to be built. He planned to set up a place where everyone could practice, either to train or to relieve stress. That afternoon Violet Morgan was holding a gun which she would unload in seconds on the figure of a paper man.

That day the young woman was frustrated because her beloved teacher had not been to class, he was an idiot! She thought as she repeatedly fired the gun in her delicate hands. She wondered why the hell hadn't he gone to class that day? He was so annoyed that when he knew that the guy would be absent he skipped the other subjects, he was not interested in attending any more if Dylan would not be at the university.

The cartridge was empty, which led her to reload the gun to aim at her target again. She was furious, she even thought that the kiss she had stolen from him the day before had a lot to do with his absence that day. The thought of Dylan's discomfort or annoyance at her kissing him made her furious, she frowned as her blood began to boil... she unloaded the gun cartridge once more until the gun began to smoke out of the spout.

-What an idiot! How could you think of doing that to me," he exclaimed as he quickly reloaded the gun, "You'll see that I'm not to be trifled with, much less do such an insolence to me.

She grumbled, when she looked up she realized that the male paper figure was completely destroyed, in fact it was falling into pieces... suddenly the sound of the device that moves the images moved closer to her to change it, the young woman looked sideways at the imposing figure of her father who had pressed the button to change the paper figure. Her father moved closer to her until he was standing next to her.

-You have completely destroyed it, are you angry, Violeta?

-Hello father, what are you doing here?

-That's a question I should be asking you, if I'm not mistaken, at this hour you should be in class and instead of that, here you are destroying all these figures.

-It's nothing dad, you know I don't like you spying on me.

-It is my duty to know the whereabouts of all my children and grandchildren.

-You're very controlling, hasn't Mom ever told you that? Demian smirks.

-Since the day she met me!

The young woman next to him denies as she changes her aiming figure. The paper really was torn to shreds. She looks back at her father next to her causing her a bit of discomfort, it wasn't usual for him to be very close to her, usually he always gave her his space. But since he started classes he seemed very intense.

-Why did you go into the men's room yesterday, Violet? -Of course, that was all her father's bullying, the idiot guards had gone to her with the gossip, the damn guards! They were always in on everything, she mumbled to herself.

-I don't want you to put guards on me, they're annoying.

-That doesn't answer my question, and for your sake you'd better answer it honestly. You know I always replace things out.

Hell, his father was overwhelming, he couldn't do anything out of the ordinary because his every move was being watched. As if he didn't have any more children to torment. He denies by pressing the red button to move the aiming figure away.

-Dad, you've got to stop being after me all the time. You invade my privacy and you know it irritates me.

-Violet..." He warns in a threatening tone.

-I was just following one person, that's all, are you happy?

-Who?" He observes her at that moment.

-I can't tell you that yet, and I hope you'll be satisfied with the information I'm giving you.

I hope you'll be satisfied with the information I'm giving you. I shall hate to think that you are going to spy on me thoroughly.

-You're a Morgan, you know the dangers out there. If I didn't know about your movements, what kind of a father would I be, Violet?

-I don't need to be reminded of it every time -Demian turns to leave.

-I'll keep my eyes on you, remember that.

She didn't need to be reminded, she knew very well what her father was capable of. He wasn't the mob boss for nothing. She sighed brushing aside her dad's warnings, she didn't need to be focused on him. Her only focus right now was Dylan, she raised the gun against the paper figure.

-You are going to be mine Dylan Dallan, I know what I want and what I want is for you to be mine -Finished firing the gun at her target.

[...]

He wakes up startled from a nightmare in which he was the center of attraction, his whole body was covered by pearls of sweat water. Dylan uncovered his body from the heavy blanket to stand up being natural in him the nakedness he was carrying in those moments. He lived alone... he walked to the fridge to take out a beer, the sound created by uncorking the can gave him an unquenchable thirst. Anxious to take a sip of the drink from whose orifice bubbled a significant amount of white foam, the boy brought his lips to the hole of the can, delighting in the bitter taste of the beer.

He immediately felt how his whole body was refreshed, in one gulp he drank the contents of the can and then squeezed it and threw it into the trash can. He immediately returned to his room and went straight to the bathroom, he needed a shower since his whole body was sticky... by the time he was under the shower Dylan couldn't stop thinking about that girl, his student, it was a problem for him since he didn't want to get involved with a student.

However, she seemed to have other plans for him. Ones he was not interested in participating in, it would only cause inconvenience in his life. He lifted his face, letting the water wash away the heaviness of his body, opened his eyes and immediately remembered those brown eyes. Why did it have to be that girl? The daughter of a powerful mobster, they could cut his head off and disappear his body if they found out that he had a brush with that girl in the men's room.

Dylan clenches his fists tightly until his knuckles whitened, he couldn't let her do whatever she wanted. She was just a spoiled brat, the last daughter of the most powerful mobster in existence, the boss of bosses. It was no wonder he was uncomfortable that she had chosen him to be her whim of the month or week.

-Damn it," he muttered irritably.

He bowed his head slightly, a curtain of water falling from his hair and ending up on the floor, a river flowing between his feet. He wanted to go back to college but with Violeta following in his footsteps how could he work, she was a walking menace. He turned off the faucet, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of water droplets falling from his body. As she came out of the bathroom drying her hair immediately her eyes focused on those panties sticking out of her coat pocket, ones that she herself had stuffed in her mouth the day before. Dylan frowns with obvious annoyance.

-She's just a kid who needs to be spanked by her father. I'm too big for her, at her age she won't even know what she wants. She's probably just Daddy's spoiled daughter, I should keep

her away from me.

Saying those words he takes Violet's panties to get rid of them by throwing them into the trash can. He didn't need a little girl stalking him everywhere, tomorrow he would go back to his classes and put an end to this absurd hunt that woman was planning to mount on him.