The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 11

~ Violet ~

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, I was just passing by and I overheard your conversation,” the girl said to Violet with a sweet smile.

“You said three days?” Violet asked. This was the thing that intrigued her the most. Finally, there was someone who had all the answers. “How… do you know?”

“Damon does this a lot,” the girl chuckled and rolled her eyes. “But when he knows that he wants something, he has to get it. He won’t be able to wait too long, that’s why his limit is usually three days,”

Violet fell silent and thought about her words. Damon had done this kind of thing often… And it would usually take three days…

“Who are you?” Violet asked the girl.

“I’m Talia Luciano, nice to meet you,” the girl stretched out her hand. Violet shook it politely. “You’re Violet, right?” she said again.

“How do you know?”

“My husband told me about you. He picked your brother up from the hospital,”

“Oh, Adrian… the consigliere,”

Violet then remembered, he was Adrian Luciano, the guy that came to them at the hospital. This girl was his wife, Talia. She was beautiful and probably in her early twenties. Adrian himself couldn’t be more than twenty-five. When she watched mafia movies, usually these guys were a lot older. Violet wondered how they could be in such a position at a very young age.

“You remembered my husband. You must have a great memory,” Talia smiled.

“Well, it’s not every day a mafia’s consigliere came over to me and…” Violet paused and quickly corrected herself, “I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’m allowed to say that,”

“You can say whatever you want in here,” Talia giggled. “But outside of these gates, you might have to be more careful,”

Violet let out a smile and nodded in agreement.

“Anyway, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation. I was just passing by to get to the kitchen,” Talia pointed to a cottage across the hill and to the main building.

“Do you also live here?” Violet asked.

“Well, I live in that house over there with Adrian,” she pointed to the small cottage.

Violet threw her gaze over the green grassy hill and she realized there was more than one cottage in the back. Not to mention that the main building itself was as big as a castle. It probably had more than 20 bedrooms.

“Wow, this place is bigger than I thought,” Violet said.

“I can give you a tour if you want?” Talia asked.

Violet paused for a moment to think. Talia seemed like a great girl and she seemed to know a lot of things about Damon. Violet wanted nothing more than to know about her upcoming fate, so she nodded her head vigorously.

“A tour would be lovely. Thank you,”

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Violet spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the estate with Talia. Talia was a chatty girl and she didn’t hold back on the storytelling. Talia explained how the old mafia king, Joseph Luciano, who was Adrian’s uncle, took Damon in as an orphan. Damon was raised and groomed as his successor. At one point, Damon was also supposed to marry Joseph’s daughter, Isabella. But after an unfortunate accident that took both Joseph’s and Isabella’s life, Damon was forced to take over the estate as a lone wolf. Adrian never wanted to be involved with the mafia ever since he was young. He was actually studying to be a lawyer. But after that accident, Adrian felt the need to help his family, so he came back and became Damon’s consigliere.

“You guys must be very close,” Violet commented.

“Oh, yes,” Talia nodded. “We grew up together, the four of us, Isabella, Damon, Adrian, and I. My father was Joseph Luciano’s number one hand. We all lived here, in the estate,”

Talia then took Violet to her cottage and showed her an old photo album. There were pictures of a young Talia, probably at 13, smiling next to Adrian and Damon, who were about the same age. There was also another girl there. She was absolutely beautiful, even at such a young age. She was slightly younger than the rest of them, probably about 11. Violet guessed she must be Isabella.

“Things were a lot simpler back then,” Violet sighed as she looked at the old photos. She graciously brought over a cup of tea for Violet and Violet took it.

“Thank you,” she said and sipped her tea.

“Oh, what I would give to be thirteen again,” Talia said, speaking like was an old lady in her sixties. “Ten years have gone by and so many things have changed since then,”

“You’re twenty-three?” Violet asked.

“Yup. I’m twenty-three. Adrian’s twenty-five this year. And Damon’s twenty-six,”

“He’s twenty-six years old?” Violet almost blurted her tea out.

“He does look older, doesn’t he?” Talia giggled. “I’ve been telling him. All that stress isn’t good for his skin,”

Violet paused for a moment to think. Damon Van Zandt, the mafia king who was buying her virginity for a million dollars, he was only twenty six years old. Judging from the way he walked and talked, Violet had assumed he was somewhere in his thirties. And his eyes too. It seemed like they had seen a lot, far more than what a twenty-six year old was supposed to see.

* RING! * RING! * RING! *

The sound of a phone ringing pierced through the air and it cut through Violet’s daydream. Talia quickly pulled out her phone and walked a few steps away from Violet on the couch.

“Hello?” Talia said into the phone. “Oh, yes, she’s with me. Nothing, I’m just showing her around the estate. I’m stuck here and it’s not every day I meet a girl around my age that wants to be my friend,” she let out another giggle and exchanged glances with Violet. Violet smiled back at her.

“Alright, I’ll tell her. Bye,” Talia said and hung up the phone.

“You don’t really go out of the estate?” Violet asked.

“No, for safety reasons,” Talia shrugged. “Anyway, that was Adrian. He told me Damon’s looking for you. He wants you in his office at eight,”

“Oh,” Violet glanced at the clock and she suddenly remembered something. They had been talking past sundown and eight o’clock was only an hour away.

“What’s wrong?” Talia asked her, noting her nervous expression.

“Talia… tonight’s my third night here,” she said. The first night was when she first arrived at the estate and signed that contract. The second night was last night when Damon tried some things on her. And tonight was the third night.

“Oh, well, congratulations, I guess?” Talia said cautiously. “This is what you want, right? And you want to get it over with so you can go home?”

“Well, yes, but…” Violet paused because she didn’t know the right words to say.

“Are you scared?” Talia guessed.

Violet nodded her head meekly. “A little bit,”

Violet thought she was ready for this, but every time the moment came upon her, she always felt nervous and afraid.

“I’m sorry,” Talia said in a whisper. She forced out a smile.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Damon shouldn’t be doing this to poor innocent girls, but… hurt people hurt people, you know?”

Violet didn’t know what Talia meant by that. But before she could ask anything else, Talia already got up to her feet.

“You should head back before it gets too dark, come on, I’ll walk you,” she said again.

“Oh, okay,” Violet put down the photo album and the cup of tea. “Thank you for the tea, and for keeping me company,”

“It’s my pleasure. I’m actually a little sad that I won’t get to see you tomorrow. It’s kind of nice having a girl around here for once,” Talia smiled.

Violet stood up and followed Talia towards the door. Talia was reaching for the door handle, but she stopped her tracks suddenly.

“Oh, and Violet,”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t tell anyone I’ve shown you all those photos. Especially Damon. Don’t say anything to him about this. And don’t ever bring up Isabella,”

Talia had a nervous look on her face and Violet narrowed her eyes at her.

“Why?”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” she said simply and opened the door.

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By eight o’clock that night, Violet had already taken a shower, got dressed, and brushed her hair. Physically, she was as ready as she would ever be. But mentally, she was still fighting it. She remembered wanting to cancel the deal, but she was already in too deep. I might as well get it over it, she thought. So even though her heart was nervous and her hands were shaky, Violet knocked on Damon’s office door at eight o’clock sharp.

“Come in,” Damon’s voice was heard and Violet pushed the door open.

Damon was seated on his desk like usual. He was wearing his signature jet-black suit and crisp white shirt. He looked up to see her and pointed to a chair placed in the middle of the office room.

“Sit down,” he said.

Violet closed the door behind her and walked over to the chair. Violet thought it was an odd place to put a chair. It was standing alone in the middle of the room, and too far away from Damon’s desk. But still, she sat down anyway.

Once she was seated, Damon got up to his feet and slowly undid his tie. Violet swallowed hard as she knew what was coming next. Damon’s tie was hanging loosely around his neck as he stood tall before her. He then wrapped his tie around his hand like a bandage and checked its strength. He pulled the tie harshly and it didn’t break. Damon let out a smile.

“He does look older, doesn’t he?” Talia giggled. “I’ve been telling him. All that stress isn’t good for his skin,”

Violet didn’t know what was happening. She sat in silence and watched as Damon circled around her. He was now standing behind her and she felt his hands resting on the head of the chair.

“So, I have some plans for you today,”

Violet heard his husky voice spoke. And on the corner of her eye, she saw Damon’s hand that was bandaged with his tie landing on her shoulder.

“What plans?” she asked.

Damon didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he ran his hand down her body. His hand grazed against her breasts over her dress and Violet let out a gasp. His hand continued its way down south and it rested over her lower stomach. His fingers began to apply pressure and he started rubbing her lower area over the fabric of her dress.

Violet tried her hardest to stay still, but her body was squirming in response. Damon’s hand was now cupping her lower area rather roughly, and it caused Violet’s hand to reach up. She pushed Damon’s hand away instinctively.

“P-please,” she begged.

Damon let out a low chuckle, and it wasn’t because he found it funny. He sounded rather irritated.

“Here’s the thing. You’re a lot more inexperienced than I thought. So before we go any further, there are some things I need you to learn,”

Before Violet could ask anything else, Damon grabbed both her hands from the back and pulled them roughly behind the chair.

“Ouch!” she yelped, but Damon didn’t stop. He put his tie over her hands and tied them together. It was so tight, Violet could feel her b***d flow stopping over her wrists.

“Damon, that hurts,” she protested.

“Good. It should hurt,” he said instead.

Violet struggled to free her hands, but it only made things even worse. Every little friction hurt. Meanwhile, Damon circled back to her front and stood smirking before her.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

Damon took a moment to see the fear and terror in her eyes. It made his smile grew wider.

“Don’t worry. Tonight you’re just going to watch,” he said. Then he turned around and walked to the bookshelf behind his desk.

“Watch?” she asked.

Damon had his back to Violet and he was pushing some kind of button on the bookshelf. Seconds later, the shelf popped open, revealing a hidden door. Damon cracked the door open and a girl with long legs and long blonde hair appeared before them. She was wearing a set of underwear made of black latex, black gloves, and nothing else.

“Oh, master,” she purred as she put her arms around Damon. “I’ve missed you so much,”

Violet’s mouth fell open as she couldn’t believe what was happening. Damon stepped away from the girl and walked over to the desk. The girl followed him immediately.

“We’re gonna have an audience today. Make sure you give her a good show,” Damon said as he kept his gaze straight at Violet.

The blonde girl took one look at Violet before rolling her eyes back to Damon. “Yes, master,” she said.

Damon had that devilish smirk playing on his face as the blonde girl began to undress him, starting with his suit jacket. Violet tried to struggle her hands free again, but it still wasn’t working.

“Damon, please!” Violet begged. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Damon was now shirtless. Violet could see his toned muscles, tan skin, and black tattoos running across his body. The blonde girl ran her fingers all over his body and Damon pushed her down until she was kneeling before him. She took the order and started unbuckling his belt.

“Because I’m going to make you enjoy this, Violet,” Damon replied. “Just as much as I do,”

Violet’s eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth fell open, but there were no words. She was absolutely speechless. This was her third night here. They’ve made a deal and her torment should be over by now. Damon let out another smirk and Violet couldn’t help but feel cheated.

He’s doing this on purpose. He’s enjoying this. Playing with me…

Violet couldn’t break free and there was nothing she could do but endure this torture for another night. She didn’t want to look weak and gave Damon that satisfaction, so even though it was killing her, Violet sat still and continued watching. The blonde girl was now slowly unzipping Damon’s pants, revealing the bulge under his boxer briefs.

After spending three nights at the estate, Violet learned a big lesson today. Never make a deal with the devil because he will screw you over. And over. And over.