The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 65

~ Violet ~

Violet spent the rest of the night dancing until her feet were sore and she didn’t feel like dancing anymore. After rejecting another dance offer from one of the party guests, she tried looking for Talia or Damon, but she couldn’t replace either of them. Letting out a dejected sigh, Violet reached for a bottle of champagne from the open bar and headed upstairs. She thought about calling it a night and go to sleep, but for some reason, she decided to go for a hot bath instead.

Violet turned on the tap and watched as the water poured into the tub. She doused the tub with a generous amount of soap before taking the champagne bottle and chugging the bubbly liquid into her system. Violet then stripped herself from her dress and let the fabric pooled around her feet. It was such a shame that Damon didn’t get to see much of her in that dress because she looked great in it.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter.

Rolling her eyes to herself, Violet then dived into the tub and let the warm water wash over her body. Still holding onto the bottle of Dom Pérignon, Violet rested her head on the edge of the tub and let her gaze wander to the ceiling.

Is this how things are gonna be like from now on? Damon will be busy with everyone else and I’ll be alone drinking champagne in the bathroom?

Violet didn’t want to be this clingy and whiny girl, but she couldn’t help it. Damon said that after last week, nothing could get in the way between them again, but that didn’t seem like the reality. He was still as busy as ever and she wondered if this was going to be the price she had to pay for being with the most powerful man on the east coast.

“Hey,”

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke off Violet’s daydreaming. Violet whipped her head back and saw Damon standing by the bathroom door. She didn’t even hear the door open and she didn’t know how long he’d been standing there.

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Damon said as he closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the tub.

“Oh,” she replied, putting the bottle of champagne away. “I didn’t think you’d notice that I’m gone,”

“Of course, I noticed. And I think we’re missing a bottle of Dom downstairs,” Damon stifled a laugh, referring to the large green bottle Violet tried to hide behind the tub.

“Oops,” she shrugged shamelessly.

“You’re not supposed to drink without me,” he said somewhat disapprovingly and stood right next to the tub. “And don’t you think for a second that I didn’t see you dance with five different guys tonight,”

Violet noted the hint of jealousy in his voice and she couldn’t help but smile.

“I wanted to dance with you, but you were busy,” she said rather nonchalantly. Then she picked up the bottle of champagne and took another sip.

Damon let out a long sigh and pulled the bottle from her face. Violet whined in protest but Damon was adamant about getting the alcohol away from her.

“Hey, I was drinking that,” she said.

“Are you upset with me?” he asked.

Violet paused for a beat before answering, “Maybe,”

She then turned her gaze down to the tub as she couldn’t bear looking at Damon’s piercing eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Violet really hated herself for being this clingy girl, but he already found her in the bathtub with a bottle of champagne, there was no way she could get out of this without an explanation.

“I know it’s your party and you have to be a great host and all, but I just wished I could talk to you and wish you a happy birthday, and I can’t even do that,” she said, pouting her lips and keeping her eyes down. “I barely got a chance to see you all night…”

And I just miss you all the time and I wish you did too…

Damon responded by putting his hand on her chin and tilting her face up. He gave her a small smile and said, “I’m so sorry sweet girl, I got so caught up with all these people. But if it makes any difference, all I care about tonight is hearing you wish me a happy birthday,”

“Happy birthday,” she said in a weak voice. It didn’t sound congratulatory at all. In fact, it sounded kind of sad.

Damon let out another sigh and leaned down so his face was only inches away from her.

“Hey, I’m really sorry,” he said. “Let me make it up to you,”

“How?”

“First, with this,”

Parting his lips slightly, he aimed for her lips and kissed her in that hot and persuasive way. Violet couldn’t help but melt into his k**s and sigh softly into the air.

“Hmm, that’s a good start,” she murmured.

“Second,” he said, smirking mischievously, and he started undressing himself.

Before she knew it, Damon’s clothes were all on the floor and he joined her inside the large tub. He pulled her body close to him and turned her around. Violet rested her head on his broad chest as Damon wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Even better,” she said.

“And third,” Damon paused for a beat before continuing, “I’m gonna take you out next week. We’ll go on a date together,”

“A date?” she gaped, turning her face to the side to see Damon’s expression.

“A date,” he nodded firmly. Clearly, he wasn’t joking.

“You mean like… us going outside together?”

“Yeah, I’m all yours for the whole day,” he said. “I’ll clear up my schedule. We’ll have dinner and see a show. And maybe do something else after that,”

A whole day with dinner and a show with Damon freaking Van Zandt?!

If Violet was pouting before, there were no signs of it now. The biggest smile curved up her lips as she said, “I can hardly wait,”

Damon’s lips also twitched into a smile as he closed the distance between their bodies.

“Me too, sweet girl,” he said. “You have no idea how much,”

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– – – – – One Week Later – – – – –

Violet had been waiting for this day to come all week long. Today was the day where Damon promised that he’d take her out on a date. She was told to be ready by 5 PM, but from the moment she woke up in the morning, she was already prepared to go.

Eep! Finally, we can go out like an actual real couple!

After almost six months since she met Damon, Violet had been through everything from the sale of her virginity to a whole-month contract with him, a trip to Italy, a kídnapping, and a fancy party at a yacht, but she never once got taken out on a date. Sure, it was long overdue, but Violet was excited nonetheless. So many things had happened the past six months that this date was a needed change of pace. It was a return to normalcy, a sense of hope, and the light at the end of the tunnel.

Ever since they started dating for real, normalcy was all Violet wanted. She wanted to spend quality time with Damon, talk to him about nonsense things, take walks out in the park, have dinner at a restaurant, and do other coupley things people do. But with Damon being so busy all the time, she thought this was never going to happen. Luckily for Violet, after just one week of waiting, Damon came through with his word.

By 5 PM sharp, a black SUV was parked and waiting for her in front of the house. Violet was dressed to the nines, wearing her favorite winter coat and boots, and she made her way into the car. She thought that Damon would be waiting inside as he just came back from work, but when the chauffeur opened the car door, there was no one in the car.

“Where’s Damon?” she asked.

“Mr. Van Zandt has instructed me to take you to the hangar, Miss Carvey,” the chauffeur answered.

“The hangar?”

Violet didn’t get much of an explanation. The chauffeur was only doing his job and Damon was never big on explanations. There was nothing she could do but to trust him as the car drove out of the estate.

After about twenty minutes of driving, Violet arrived at the private hangar where Beau and several others of Damon’s men greeted her. A big black helicopter was parked in the middle of the open space and a pilot was sitting inside. The rotor was whirring and spinning and the sound was so loud, Beau had to shout.

“Welcome, Miss Carvey,” he said as he led her towards the helicopter. “Mr. Van Zandt is waiting for you at the destination.

“And where is that?” she shouted back.

“I’m not at liberty to tell you,” he said rather meaningfully. “You’ll have to go and replace out yourself,”

With that, Beau helped her into the helicopter. Within seconds, she was all strapped and ready to go. The helicopter then rose to the sky and flew over the beautiful winter sunset. Violet couldn’t help but be mesmerized as she had never experienced anything like this before. She was flying high above the city and across the Hudson River, and when they flew past the Statue of Liberty, Violet knew they were heading towards New York City.

Holy God almighty, I can’t believe I’m actually flying!

The magical helicopter ride lasted for about ten minutes. Violet knew it was coming to an end when it approached this tall skyscraper and she saw a table for two elegantly prepared on the rooftop of the building. As the helicopter lowered and landed on the rooftop, Violet felt her stomach churn and her heart was beating faster than the rotors. She saw a tall man dressed in a sleek black suit waiting for her outside. Violet could tell by his figures from a mile away. It was Damon Van Zandt in the flesh.

As soon as the helicopter door opened, Violet let go of the seatbelt and jumped outside. The night air was cold and the sunset made the sky glow in a dark blue and orange hue. Standing in the middle of that gorgeous backdrop was Damon. He walked over to her with open arms and an award-winning smile plastered on his face.

“Hey,” he said, reaching for her hand and kissing it. “I’ve been waiting for you,”

“Oh my God, Damon,” she gasped as she took a look around. “What is all this?”

Next to them was a special table for two surrounded by candles and flower petals underneath a small marquee. There was also some type of portable heating system installed inside the tent.

“It’s dinner,” he said simply.

“It’s dinner?” she asked again.

“I promised you dinner and a show, so we’re having it on the top of the world,” he said as he threw his gaze to the open Manhattan skyline.

“But in the middle of winter?” she laughed.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Why?”

“Because I wanna show you what’s yours,” he said as he twirled her around, making her see the bright city lights coming to life before them. It was like he was telling her that all of this, this entire city, was his gift to her.

Oh yeah. Damon’s got style.

Violet let out a giggle as she stared at the beautiful skyline. “Well, this is definitely the coolest dinner ever,”

“And you haven’t even seen the best part,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you later. After dinner,”

“You’re gonna make me wait that long?” Violet protested, turning her face around so she was facing him again. “But I’m already dying to know,”

Damon paused for a moment and studied her expression. Letting out a sigh, he then said, “Alright, I guess I could tell you. I’ve been dying to tell you anyway,”

Violet’s eyes lit up in excitement as Damon took a step back. Violet was expecting fireworks or maybe a string quartet. She had such high expectations since this was Damon we’re talking about. But still, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see.

What on God’s green earth…?

Violet’s expression turned into confusion as Damon started taking off his tie and undoing his buttons. He unbuttoned his shirt halfway and Violet could see his bare chest and the tattoos peeking out.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to say this. I’m not much of a talker, but you already knew that. So I’ll just get right to the point,” he said.

“Damon, what are you doing?”

Damon didn’t answer her in words. Instead, he pulled his shirt to the side and revealed the left side of his chest. Next to the scars and bullet wounds, Violet saw a freshly made tattoo consisting of three little letters.

V R C

“Wait, that’s…” Violet’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“This stands for Violet Rose Carvey, the girl that forever has my heart,” Damon nodded his head, confirming her suspicions.

Violet didn’t know how to respond. She just kept looking at the tattoo with bewildered eyes. Her hand reached up to touch it, somewhat thinking that it might be fake, but no. It was as real as the snow that started to fall on this cold winter night.

“You probably think I’m crazy, and maybe I am, but I just want the whole world to know who I belong to,” Damon continued talking as Violet couldn’t say a word. He then paused for a beat before saying, “And then I want the whole world to know who you belong to,”

Suddenly and without warning, on the corner of her eyes, Violet saw a fire burning on the edge of the building. The fire was bright yellow and orange and it formed a sentence.

Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus…

Violet choked on her breath when she read the sentence that the fire made. The words “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” were burning bright, and Damon stood proudly before her. Taking her hand in his, he gave her a reassuring smile. It was one of those smiles that always got her weak in the knees.

“Violet Rose Carvey,” he said. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”