The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 50

~ Damon ~

“The number you’re calling is not active or out of coverage area, please try again—“

Damon ended the call and clenched his fist in anger. It was the third time he called Liam and it went straight to voicemail. This never happened before. All of his bodyguards were trained to always be on standby 24/7, especially when they were on a mission. Unless something bad happened, there was no reason why he couldn’t answer the call.

Where the fúck are you, Liam?

Damon arrived back in New Jersey and the first thing he did was call Liam. For the past few hours, Liam didn’t give him any updates. Damon felt uneasy, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Especially when he was only hours away.

“Welcome back, Mr. Van Zandt,” Elena greeted as Damon entered the estate, followed by four of his men.

“Is Liam in here somewhere?” he asked.

“No, sir. I thought he’s always with you?” Elena replied.

“Did he call or leave any messages?”

“No,”

Fúck.

The uneasy feeling in his chest grew deeper. Damon knew something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t like Liam to disappear like this without any news. Not wasting another second, Damon turned around and headed out the door. The last information he got from Liam was that Violet was heading downtown. Maybe if he drove around and look for her, he might just replace her.

“Mr. Van Zandt, wait, there’s something else,” Elena said quickly, stopping Damon from leaving.

“What?” he asked.

“You have a visitor,”

“A visitor?”

“Violet’s brother, Dylan Carvey, came here to see you,” she explained. “He’s been waiting for hours and he’s refused to leave. I let him stay at the guest quarter for the time being,”

Dylan came to see me?

Damon furrowed his eyes. From what he heard, Dylan fought with Violet over something and he went away, and Violet was chasing him.

So if Dylan came here, does that mean Violet will come here too?

“Send him to my office,” he said to Elena. The head maid nodded her head and scurried away.

Damon turned back into the estate and his men followed. He was climbing up the stairs when he suddenly stopped for a beat. Turning to one of his men, he gave an order, “Go replace Liam,”

“Yes, boss,” Beau, Damon’s second in command after Liam, answered. He turned around and raced down the stairs while Damon and the others continued up to the second floor.

Damon stepped into his office and took a seat. His men stood around the room and moments later, another one came in escorting Dylan Carvey. When Dylan spotted Damon, his gaze was sharp but slightly nervous. It was like he was hiding something. And he looked especially nervous when the guard starting patting him down. The guard found nothing and let him enter the room.

“Dylan Carvey, have a seat,” Damon said.

Dylan walked inside and noted the row of guys standing all around them. He then sat down in front of Damon and the man who escorted him went to guard the door.

“Now, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Damon asked.

“Damon,” Dylan spoke up. His voice seemed calm, but Damon felt there was something suspicious there. “I just want to thank you for taking such good care of Violet. All that money you gave her, bringing her to Italy, and introducing her to your powerful friends. You’re a very generous man,”

Ah, there it is. That’s why he’s here.

Damon could taste the bitterness in Dylan’s pleasantries. Violet must’ve told him about meeting Hugo DeSantis and now he was mad. Maybe that was why they got into a fight and he left. Which probably meant Dylan was here not just to talk. But what?

Maybe he’s armed… or maybe…?

“If you’re here to talk about my relationship with Hugo DeSantis, I suggest you just leave,” Damon said, pausing for a beat before adding, “You’re not going to like what you’ll hear,”

I can’t make excuses for your father’s poor choices. And I can’t say that I don’t agree with Hugo’s methods either.

“Hey, I’m not blaming you for what happened to my dad. My dad made a deal with Hugo and not you,” Dylan said in a nonchalant manner, catching Damon off guard. “His men were the ones who threatened him to get into an accident. Not you, right?”

Dylan’s tone of voice was menacing and improper. It was like he was provoking him on purpose. Some of the guards instinctively took a step forward in response, but Damon gestured for them to stand down. If this guy wasn’t Violet’s older brother, Damon wouldn’t hesitate to rough him up for having poor manners. But since this was Dylan Carvey, Damon had to be patient.

“Then why are you here, Carvey?” he asked. “What do you want?”

“The truth,” Dylon replied..

“Why do you people hove to keep picking on my fomily?” Dylon spot. “You took our dod from us, isn’t thot enough? Why’d you hove to mess with my sister too?”

“The truth,” Dylan replied.

Damon narrowed his eyes and studied Dylan’s body language. This guy was clearly hiding something.

“I’ve been wondering why you took such a liking to my sister. You’re willing to give her millions of dollars just for her company. At first, I thought it was just for good fun. She’s an adult and it’s consensual, so fine, whatever,“ he scoffed. “But now? I’m starting to think that there’s more it,”

Dylan narrowed his eyes at Damon somewhat challengingly. Damon cócked his head in response, never backing away from a challenge.

“There’s nothing more to it. I paid for her company because I valued her company,” Damon shot him down. “But did you know? I’m not paying her anymore. She doesn’t want my money. She just wants me,”

Dylan exhaled mockingly and rolled his eyes.

“Was that before or after she knew you’re best friends with the man who got our father killed?”

Damon’s fists clenched in response. If Dylan kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to hold his patience anymore.

“There’s a saying that goes birds of a feather flocks together. And I have no doubt that you and Hugo DeSantis are very similar people,” Dylan continued taunting. “Perhaps you use similar methods. Maybe your work sometimes overlaps with each other…”

“What did Violet tell you?” Damon stood up and walked closer to Dylan.

The nature of their business in Italy was a top secret matter. If Dylan knew anything about that, he wouldn’t be able to leave this estate alive.

“Nothing much, just about how close you two are,” he shrugged. “Hugo even calls you his son,”

Damon narrowed his eyes to see if Dylan was lying, but it seemed like he was telling the truth. He didn’t know anything else.

“Mio figlio is a term of endearment in Sicily. Hugo says that to everybody,” Damon replied.

Dylan opened his mouth like he was about to say something else, but that was when Damon caught something. Dylan was wearing a necklace and there was something stuck to the pendant. Perhaps a small recording device.

Damon stood in front of him and grabbed his necklace in one swift move. The chain fell apart in his hands and he saw the tiny camera embedded there. Damon let out a scoff and crushed the little device in his hand. He then threw it to one of his guys and they caught it.

“Nice try, Carvey. But this conversation’s not leaving this room,” he said.

Dylan was totally caught off guard. His jaw fell open and his eyes showed signs of fear.

“What were you gonna do with that? Turn me in to the cops? Is that the plan, huh?” Damon glared daggers at him, and Dylan couldn’t answer.

“Boss, it was recording but it wasn’t transmitting,” the guy who was studying the device spoke up. “We’re good,”

“Tie him up,” Damon said to his men, but he kept his eyes on Dylan.

Damon’s guys were swift to tie up Dylan to the chair. He wouldn’t be able to lift a finger, let alone escape the room with his own strength. Damon went back to his chair and Dylan was glaring daggers at him. His breath was ragged and his chest was heaving up and down. Two of Damon’s guys were standing on both sides of Dylan and they drew their guns, aiming the mouths at his head.

He probably wishes he’d brought a gun.

“It’s alright, put them down,” Damon ordered. His men obeyed and put the guns away. Dylan looked a little relieved.

“You know, normally, I wouldn’t be so kind to anyone who wants to betray me, but I’ll consider you as a special case,” Damon said meaningfully, keeping his eyes on Dylan. “Just tell me, where’s Violet,”

“Screw you, Damon,” Dylan scoffed. “Why the fúck would I tell you where my sister’s at,”

“She’s not safe out there alone. If people know that she’s involved with me, she’ll have a target on her back,”

“No one knows she’s involved with you. You all signed the agreement. She won’t tell a soul,”

“It’s not as simple as that, Carvey,” Damon said through gritted teeth.

I shouldn’t have brought her out of the estate. Too many people have known about her now.

“Why do you people have to keep picking on my family?” Dylan spat. “You took our dad from us, isn’t that enough? Why’d you have to mess with my sister too?”

“Just tell us where she’s at!” Damon roared, unable to keep his cool. He then took a breath to compose himself and said, “I promise I’ll keep her safe,”

Dylan didn’t answer him right away. He didn’t understand why Damon was so adamant about replaceing Violet. He didn’t know what kind of evil lies out there and what his enemies were capable of.

“Boss!”

Suddenly, there was a yell coming from outside the room and the door flew open. Damon turned around and found Beau standing by the doorway. There were stains of b***d in his hands and his white buttoned-down shirt.

“Thara’s a saying that goas birds of a faathar flocks togathar. And I hava no doubt that you and Hugo DaSantis ara vary similar paopla,” Dylan continuad taunting. “Parhaps you usa similar mathods. Mayba your work somatimas ovarlaps with aach othar…”

“What did Violat tall you?” Damon stood up and walkad closar to Dylan.

Tha natura of thair businass in Italy was a top sacrat mattar. If Dylan knaw anything about that, ha wouldn’t ba abla to laava this astata aliva.

“Nothing much, just about how closa you two ara,” ha shruggad. “Hugo avan calls you his son,”

Damon narrowad his ayas to saa if Dylan was lying, but it saamad lika ha was talling tha truth. Ha didn’t know anything alsa.

“Mio figlio is a tarm of andaarmant in Sicily. Hugo says that to avarybody,” Damon rapliad.

Dylan opanad his mouth lika ha was about to say somathing alsa, but that was whan Damon caught somathing. Dylan was waaring a nacklaca and thara was somathing stuck to tha pandant. Parhaps a small racording davica.buttonad-down shirt.

“What?” Damon asked him.

“Liam…” he said and he turned to the side.

Seconds later, Liam appeared at the doorway. He looked like a train wreck, like he had been wrecked by a train. He was limping and he got b***d all over his face and arm. And from the way he was walking, it was clear that he had broken some bones.

“Boss…” Liam’s voice came out weakly, almost like a whisper. “I lost her…”

“What?” Damon gaped.

“The cab driver… he was one of them…”

“What the hell are you talking about? Where the hell is she?”

“Holland Tunnel, there’s an accident…” Liam took out his phone from his pocket and showed Damon the screen. He had a GPS tracker open, tracking a cab with New Jersey plates in New York City. “They took her to the city… I lost her boss… but I tracked them, this is what I got…”

s**t. s**t, s**t, s**t.

Damon grabbed the tracker and studied the location. The car Liam was tracking was parked at a warehouse in the Bronx. This was why Liam was unreachable. He got into an accident and he was using his phone to track Violet.

“Boss, we need to get him to a hospital,” Beau said, referring to Liam who was now coughing up b***d all over the carpet.

“No, I’m fine!” Liam pushed him off stubbornly. “Boss, they’re at the warehouse in the Bronx. Let’s go, let’s bring everyone and we’ll them down… I’m ready,” Liam was forcing himself to stand up straight, but it was clear he couldn’t.

“Liam,” Beau tried to help him, but Liam refused it again.

“I said go the fúck away, I’m fine!” he roared.

“Liam,” Damon said.

“Yes, boss?”

“Get your a*s to the hospital,”

“But—“

“If you’re still alive by the time I get back, I’ll deal with you then,” Damon said as he swiftly went to his desk drawer and pulled out his guns. “The rest of you, gather up the toys. We’re going to pay the Maranzano boys a visit,”

The other men in the room nodded their heads and went to work. Some of them went to take down a painting hanging on the wall and opening the secret safe behind it. Inside the safe were all kinds of weapons a military could dream of. Some other guys then went to the air ducts and pulled out more guns, grenades, and explosives hidden inside. Within seconds, everyone was armed and ready with their body armors, including Damon.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Dylan asked, looking very confused. “You guys are not talking about my sister, right?”

“I’m sorry, but we have to cut this meeting short,” Damon told him.

“Wait, did something happen to Violet?” he demanded.

“I think the Maranzano family got her,”

“What—?!”

“I promise you, I’ll bring her back,” Damon said as he cócked his gun. “You have my word,”

Damon didn’t stay for another second and just left the room, leaving a confused and bewildered Dylan behind. All of his men except Liam followed him out. As they raced down the stairs, more men arrived and followed him, coming from all directions of the estate.

My sweet girl, hang in there, I’m coming to get you.

Damon’s entire body was burning with rage. This was his worst nightmare coming to life. His hands were shaking and it felt like he was losing Isabella on their wedding night all over again.

I swear to God, if they dare touch her…

Damon felt like he could explode at any moment, but he had to remain calm. He was going to war and one wrong step could cost him his world.

“Boss, what’s the plan?” Beau asked as they were speeding down the street, right into the dark Holland Tunnel.

“I’ll let you know when I have one,” Damon replied. It was hard to think of a battle plan when his mind kept going to Violet, imagining the kinds of things that they could do to her.

If they dare lay a finger on her… I’m gonna fúcking kill them all.

There were a total of six cars and thirty men going with Damon, and that wasn’t all. There would be more meeting them at the location. As their cars sped through the dark tunnel, Damon kept his eye out the window, staring at the New York City skyline that was waiting for their arrival.

“Boss,” Beau said again, sounding rather cautious. “What if it’s a trap?”

Damon didn’t answer him. He knew that was a big possibility, but what else was he supposed to do? Nothing?

I don’t care if it’s a trap. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her home. I’ll burn the entire city down if I have to.