The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 6

Violet was driving her car at full speed going on the wrong side of the road, cars were moving aside as she accelerated. She wondered who the hell would want to hurt her, it had been a long time since any member of her family had been threatened. They had had many years of tranquility, but this attack was clear evidence that those times were over. She could no longer go out without being armed, that attack should not be overlooked, if they did it that time they would not hesitate to do it again. The young woman made a sharp turn passing on her side of the lane, she wondered where the hell were the idiots following her. The bastards didn't do anything, if it hadn't been for Dylan those bastards would have flipped her car and finished her off. Violet hit the steering wheel for having been so careless and trusting, but they wouldn't take her by surprise again, of course not! Next time she would be prepared... at that moment she remembered Dylan, she had left him behind with those guys. I just hope he was okay, he was a simple teacher.

She would not return to the university, nor would she mention a single word to her father about what had happened. For the time being she would resolve that matter herself....

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Dylan parked his rickety car in front of his building. As he got out of the car, he noticed how the lights were shattered. He sighed, realizing that the blow that the van had given him added more blows to the car, at what point had he gotten into so much trouble? He was just a little French teacher. He slammed the door of his car, frustrated and full of anger. Suddenly another car he knew well slammed on the brakes behind his leading him to frown.

-Dylan! -Violet exclaims, standing in the doorway of his car.

-What the hell are you doing here, Violet? You should be at home under your father's protection.

-I can defend myself, I don't need my father's shadow to always be protected," she answers walking towards him.

-Don't be childish, they've tried to kill you and you're just like that. You can't be so careless, if it hadn't been for me you would...

-I would be dead, I know..." -Smiles coming closer to Dylan -I have come to thank you for your great deed, the truth is curious that you are only a teacher.

-Anyone would have done the same" He turns around and walks back to his building but knowing that he was followed by Violet "I thank you for leaving and don't cause me any more trouble, I already have enough with having gotten into that trouble in the afternoon.

The young woman bit her lips as she admired the handsome monument of a man before her. He was so tall and strong, so masculine and virile... just remembering what he had done to her between her thighs the night before turned her on. She was obsessed with Dylan.

-I don't think I'll get you in trouble," she replies, playing it down, to which Dylan turns away completely furious.

-Do you think this is a game? Do you think I want to be involved in this mafia wars? Get away from me Violet! You only cause trouble, look how you left my car just because of your childishness. I won't warn you again, I want you away from my house and my personal life. I'm not interested

I'm not interested in getting involved with the daughter of the m@ldito mafia boss.

The professor turns around leaving her frozen in the middle of the stairs, she tried to articulate a word but they were stuck in her throat. Dylan was the first man to speak to her in such a despicable way. He was really pissed off, maybe the best thing to do was to give you some space?

Violet ended up walking down the steps back to her car which had a few bumps on the sides. How the hell was she going to explain those bumps? She rolled her eyes and then got into the car and started it up. -What do you think happened to his car? -One of the men following Violeta asked.

-You're an idiot, if it hadn't been for your stupid swallowing in that restaurant, we would have known about it. Now when Mr. Demian asks us what happened to his daughter's car we won't know what to answer. -At least we found her here at that teacher's place.

-His car is also in shambles, something strange is going on. We must notify the boss about this, we can't let it go unnoticed.

-He'll tear our heads off if he replaces out that his precious daughter is in trouble.

-Start the car, it's time for us to report this.

As soon as Violet and her bodyguards left a mysterious car rolled down the window to look at Dylan's building and then at the direction young Morgan was going. Then they threw a cigarette through it to roll it up again putting the car in gear to drive away from that street.

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A good while later, Violeta was pulling her car into the garage of her house. Upon entering the residence through the back door, she was surprised to replace no one there. There were so many people living in that mansion, usually there was always someone hanging around. He made his way to the stairs when the sound of a throat clearing caught his attention.

-Hello father," she said, turning around to see Demian in the company of his uncle Daniels, both with their arms crossed, one with a murderous look on his face and the other as gentle as ever. -Don't you have anything to say?

-If you already know, why are you questioning me?

-Who attacked you? -asked Daniels at that time.

-I don't know...

-You won't attend the university anymore until Daniels replaces out who is behind this.

-Nooo, they can't do that. They can't forbid me to do anything.

-You're the youngest of my daughters, you expect me to give you free rein and walk around like it's nothing. That won't happen as long as I'm alive, and even when I'm not, it won't happen. -Father! -She challenged him with her eyes, but no one could win a battle of looks against Demian Morgan.

-Violet, it's been a long time since anyone has suffered an attack. You must understand that this is for your own good, everyone knows that you are Demian's youngest daughter and the most vulnerable. -Vulnerable? -she asked with disdain.

She felt completely irritated, out of her mind, how could they think of valuing her with that m@ldita word so weak. She was not a vulnerable woman, she was much braver than her mother was at her age, she hated it when they treated her like a child, even Dylan did it and that was starting to bother her because she was already a grown woman.