The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 34

Violeta's plane landed, she didn't know how long it took to reach its destination, but at last they arrived. The young girl looked out of the window as the plane finally slowed down, she recognised that airport, she had often visited it with her family, but what the hell She was still peering out of the window when suddenly she felt an anxious sting on her neck.

were they doing so far away?

-Ah," she exclaims in confusion, holding her hand out as she is stung.

As she turns her face she realises that the cursed man she wished to murder has injected something into her neck.

-Sweet dreams, princess....

-F*****g, f*****g... -She didn't manage to say more, as she fell unconscious on the seat.

-Get her out of here," he orders.

[...]

Taking off his jacket, Demian descends the steps of his plane followed by the rest. The mobster spots a jeep parked very close to the runway and makes his way to it.

-Your damn belongings are always left untouched while I have to buy new stuff," Daniels complains, following Demian, who ignores him.

-As if it bothers you to buy new stuff," Gaston yells.

-Of course it pisses me off.

-Come on, Daniels, you're a compulsive f*****g shopper. No shit.

-Hey! -Don't talk to your father-in-law like that.

-We all know you like to waste money," the young man smiles.

While his group was discussing stupid trivialities, Demian opened the car door to get in the car. The rest of them followed suit.

-Are you sure they have it in this country? -It was the blond who asked next to him.

-Completely," he answers, lighting a cigarette. We're going to kill them all," he finishes by saying, releasing the contained smoke.

-Very well, I hope we don't have to do this again. I'm getting sick of it.

Demian started the car, he was going to put an end to it. And that included that idiot behind his daughter.

[...]

Fed up with the situation, Dylan decided it was time to put an end to the problem he had on his hands. He leaves the room he was in and that's when the guards in the corridor intercepted him and stepped in front of him.

-If you don't step aside, I'll break your fingers in three different places," the guards looked at each other and then stepped aside.

Dylan continued on his way without looking back, down a flight of enormous stairs, across the impressive entrance of that residence. The light from the crystals of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling gave the hall a more sophisticated look. But all that luxury was of no concern to Dylan, who firmly advanced into the hall. He advanced, encountering along the way many guards who, upon seeing him, moved aside.

The boy came across a huge oak door, the boy grabbed the knob and for a moment he thought about whether to enter or to get the hell out of there and avoid all that cheap shit. He took a deep breath and then opened the door without even knocking. -Dylan! -The perfect smile of a guy in his fifties greeted him with excitement. But he didn't reciprocate the greeting at all.

-Why the hell did you bring me to this place? What the hell is the matter with you?

-What bothers you more? The way I sent for you, or the fact that I'm here?

-Both, they destroyed my damn flat and made a fuss. -Oh, boy!

-Oh, boy! The boys got a little out of hand," the man stands up. But I'm glad you're here," he concludes, sitting down on the edge of the desk.

He crosses his arms afterwards, staring at the guy in front of him, it was so irritating to have him so close. The last thing he wanted was to go back to that place that brought back such bad memories.

-I'll leave, I have nothing to do in this house, and I don't want you contacting me or watching me again. I hope that's clear to you," he turns to leave.

-It seems that with you we have to apply stronger methods, apparently the murder of that innocent teacher in her house didn't help to persuade you to come back," Dylan stops his hand movements on the doorknob, "Burning the university didn't work either. He kept squeezing the doorknob harder and harder, so Violet wasn't to blame. And all that time he always felt that slightest doubt about her, he closes his eyes for a moment and then turns away.

-I even thought you had no weaknesses at all, which made me very proud, but..." He lifts a finger in tandem with that wicked grin on his lips.

Dylan sees the evil in the guy's eyes, feeling a kind of bad feeling.

-I never thought you could have any kind of weakness Dylan, that really disappointed me," He walks over to the small bar that was in his office, "I think you let your guard down a lot and that's why you're here, all these years I longed for one slip up from you and don't get me wrong boy, they could bring you in anytime, but it wasn't that simple.

-What do you want?

-You know very well what I want, Dylan Dallas," he answers, pouring himself a drink and then taking a sip from his glass. -Never, that won't happen. I got out of here for that reason, what the hell makes you think I want to do whatever you want?

-You will! Whether you want to or not, you'll have to, Dylan." He smiles, drinking the last of the amber liquid.

-Why are you so sure of that? -Dylan folds his arms, feeling sure of himself, nothing this man had to say would make him change his mind.

The man laughs out loud and goes back behind his desk, folds his hands on the table and looks at the boy before him.

-I always have a plan b, and in this case yours was so easy to figure out. I didn't have to rack my brain to figure out what it was.

All imposing Dylan takes a few steps up to the desk creating some sort of intimidation, but as he watched the guy's expression he knew he wasn't going to get it. It was obvious that he would.

-What are you trying to tell me? -He smiles openly and leans back.

At that moment the office door opens interrupting the conversation, the guy in the chair looks towards the door and Dylan follows his gaze. And for the first time in his life Dylan Dallas felt truly afraid for a person.

Violet's body was in the arms of one of the guards, she looked like she was... no, it wasn't possible, it wouldn't do him any good to kill her. The boy swallows as he sees blood dripping from her foot, he takes a step towards her, but then....

-Hold it right there, boy," That irritating voice behind his back stopped him. Not so fast, things aren't like that Dylan, everything takes a process and this is one of them.

-What have they done to him? -He asks without taking his eyes off Violet's body.

-Nothing, nothing... I promise she's still alive, just a small setback, as your girlfriend is quite aggressive. It wasn't easy to capture her.

-If you hurt her...

-No, no, don't threaten me, you know very well it won't do you any good. If you do what I want, she doesn't have to die.

-You're a bastard, she's bleeding to death!

Turning to face the guy behind the desk, Dylan's gaze darkened drastically. He went from peaceful to a dangerous guy.

-Wow! I like this new Dylan better... he's got character.

-I swear I'll murder you with my bare hands," he threatens with a stern look.

-I can't wait for you to try," he replies nonchalantly. But as long as we keep arguing over this nonsense, I think your girlfriend is dying.

-I'll do what you want, but you leave her out of it.

-Done, but being Demian Morgan's daughter, her getting out of this place won't be so easy. I think she'll be your guest for a long time," smiles the man with the gleaming teeth.