The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 3

He slammed on the brakes and then got out of the car. Violet entered her house determined to do something to get the professor at her feet, and she could only turn to one person she knew would not ask her so many questions about it. She walked to the camera

room to replace her, until she found her in the garden. He retraced his steps to that place.

Danielle was in the garden with her mother Aurora who was planting some roses, when suddenly they both turn in the same direction when they hear the sound of heavy heeled footsteps. Aurora looks at the watch on her wrist and frowns. -You should be in class," her mother reproaches.

-I left earlier, I have better things to do, mother," she replies, stopping in front of both women.

-Your father won't like it if you skip school, Violet," the chestnut-haired girl continues working on the roses.

-I've come to talk to Danielle.

-With me? About what?

-Let's go inside so I can explain better.

-Can't I hear what you have to tell your cousin? -What kind of secret is it that your mother can't hear?

-Mom, you wouldn't understand.

Danielle and Violet left for inside the house, the blonde was a little intrigued by her cousin's secrecy. So she impatiently decided to get straight to the point.

-What is it, Violet?

-I need a favor from you, I know you are good at replaceing information about a person. So I need you to help me investigate a man.

-Oh! Now I understand why you didn't want to talk about it in front of my aunt. Do you like that man? she smiles openly.

-That's none of your business. Just focus on investigating that person, his name is Dylan Dallas.

The blonde looks at her cousin with some suspicion, it wasn't normal for Violet to be interested in a guy. She was always quite reserved about her things, and being asked to investigate a man's life was interesting to her. That meant she liked him a lot. -Okay, I'll do as you ask.

-Thank you.

-If my uncle replaces out about this, you'll be sent to a convent, Violeta," the blonde said as she climbed the stairs to the house.

Her father didn't care about her, she was of age and could do with her life what she wanted. Yes, she was the last daughter of Demian Morgan, but so what? She wasn't going to stop wanting things for that reason. And for that moment the one she wanted was her French teacher. She smiles because she was already having an idea to make him fall at her feet.

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That night Dylan returned to his apartment with a pile of papers in his hand which he threw on the first table he found. He was exhausted, so many exams to correct, so many classes. And on top of that, he couldn't get that crazy Violet Morgan and her absurd spoiledness out of his head.

-What a nightmare," he coughed, shedding his clothes to take a shower.

After a refreshing shower, Dylan comes out of the bathroom drying his hair. He looks at the time on the desk clock and realizes that it is very late. He heads to the living room to pick up the tests and correct them, when he stops mid-step. He looks both ways trying to assimilate that this was a figment of his imagination.

-Why do you look surprised?

-Violet! What the hell are you doing in my house? The young woman was sitting very comfortably on her sofa.

-I came to see where you lived, it's an interesting place for a single man's apartment. No doubt you have good tastes.

He answered, standing up.

-I shouldn't be here, how did you get in?

-Through the door," he points to it.

-You'd better get out of my house, what you've done is trespassing.

-I'm supposed to be shaking with fear, are you going to call the police," he asks mockingly.

Violet was walking towards Dylan in a rather seductive way, the professor cursed the moment she didn't put on some pants when she came out of the bathroom so there she was alone with a towel on her hip and before him a depraved woman. But hey, it's not like he expected that woman to show up at his house at that time of night either. Things were getting out of control with that girl.

-I think you should leave now.

-No! I won't leave here until I talk to you about some very important things," Violet smiles, admiring her teacher from one moment to the next.

Seeing him half naked, she was very surprised that for a professor he had a lot of tattoos on his body, in fact he looked like anything but a university professor. Danielle had gotten the information from him in time records but nothing he gave her was worth much. His parents were dead, he had no siblings, no close relatives, he was a lonely man. The only thing that filled her with joy was knowing his home address and the fact that he wasn't married.

But from the rest, Dylan Dallas was very interesting and intriguing to her. The more she wanted to possess this man, they could call it obsession but she wanted this man.

-We have nothing to talk about, the only thing we should talk about is the subject I teach and that should be done at the university. Not here, in my house!

-But this is off the record, it has nothing to do with the subject.

-I don't understand.

-I want you to be my lover, Dylan.

The professor opens his mouth stunned by what he just heard, maybe his ears were dirty or something, because it didn't make any sense at all. Lover? He had a screw loose or something. -You're crazy, you don't know what you're saying.

-Crazy, yes! But I know very well what I want, I want you.

-You've got the wrong man, I'm not interested in you.

-If you don't agree to what I'm asking you, I'll make your life a living hell. You'll be disowned at the university, I'll have you thrown out without paying you a cent, and your degree will end up in the trash can. Your whole reputation will be marginalized, is that what you want?

No, she wasn't crazy, maybe that wasn't the right word for her. What she was was unhinged, everything he had told her he would do was vile and cruel. If he didn't agree to her demands she would ruin his life and his reputation, quite a lot of work to do. Damn her to that child!

-You know very well that I can't allow any of this, I can't be your mistress Violet. Understand once and for all.

-If you don't, I will ruin your life to such an extent that you would have wished to be mine.

-I will not indulge your whims.

-I'll let you think it over tonight, but tomorrow I want my answer.

-You know what my answer is, Miss Morgan.

She smiles openly shortening the little space that existed between them. By instinct Dylan backs up a little trying his best to keep at bay from her. But young Morgan was very persistent, the girl hogged all the free space between them.