The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 81

~ Damon ~

Damon was walking around with a chip on his shoulder after Dylan came to see him. He didn’t like that Violet’s brother thought so lowly of him, and he especially didn’t like how they ended things. Dylan gave him a cut on his l*p and Damon sent him out with a bloody nose and bruised face.

She’s gonna hate me for it.

Damon came home rehearsing his defense argument for when he had to explain things to Violet. In his defense, Dylan came and started everything first. He didn’t mean to hurt Dylan, but it just so happened that the prick asked for it.

“Hey,” Damon said as he found Violet lying in bed. The bedroom light was dark, but she wasn’t sleeping. She was just lying there.

“Hey,” Violet replied weakly. Damon turned on the lights and saw her tear-drenched face. She had been crying.

“What’s going on?” he asked. He quickly went over and sat on the bed next to her. He palmed her face in his hand and she gave him a sad smile.

“My brother came by to see me today,”

Oh. Well, I was gonna say the same thing…

“What did he say?” he asked.

“He says… he won’t be coming to our wedding,” she sighed. “Our mom too,”

Damon could tell that wasn’t the complete story. Something else happened that she wasn’t telling him. But still, he was in no position to pry. She was having a hard time right now and all he could do was be there for her.

Pulling her into a hug, he stroked her hair gently and whispered, “I’m really sorry. I know how much your family means to you,”

Violet didn’t say a word. She just buried her face into his chest and took a deep breath.

“But hey, we’re not gonna stop trying, alright?” he said again, hoping to cheer her up somehow. “It might not be right now, but they’ll come around,”

Suddenly, a glint crossed her eyes and Violet seemed to realize something. She pulled away slightly, looking up at him in expectation, she asked, “Hey, do you wanna talk to my brother?”

“Huh?”

“If he talks to you and sees how good you really are, maybe he’ll change his mind about—”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” Damon cut her off and shook his head. After what happened earlier, there was no way the two men would talk again in peace.

“Why?” she asked.

Because your brother hates my guts. He’s gonna kill me the first chance he gets.

“Dylan came to my club earlier. We had a little talk,” Damon said instead. He spared her the details and just said, “It didn’t go so well,”

Violet narrowed her eyes and studied his expression. It was at this moment that she noticed the cut in his l*p. Her eyes jolted open and her hand reached up to the wound, causing him to flinch.

“Oh my God, is that…?”

“It’s fine,” he said, turning his face away.

“Did he hit you?” she pressed.

Damon just shrugged, but she could already tell from his expression.

“And then Liam hit him, but it’s not that bad, it’s just a few bruises,”

“Oh God, I can’t believe my brother hit you!” Violet g*****d and stood up to her feet.

Damon was shocked that Violet didn’t go all crazy on him when he told her about Liam hitting her brother. She was more worried about Dylan hitting him.

“It’s really fine,” he said again. “I probably deserved it,”

Actually, for what I said, I really did.

Violet reached for his face and he didn’t flinch this time. He let her touch his l*p, her finger running gently across the cut. It wasn’t a huge cut or anything, but it was enough to turn her eyes somber.

“I’m so sorry,” she said in a whisper.

“Why are you apologizing?” he chuckled. “You didn’t hit me,”

“I know, but still…” her shoulders slumped in defeat and she turned her gaze away. “I never fought like this with Dylan before. Whenever we fight, we always make up. But this time… I don’t know what to do this time,”

Damon stood up and pulled her into his arms again. He didn’t know what Dylan said to her, but whatever it was, it seemed pretty bad. She seemed very stressed out and he just wanted to make her feel better.

“I wish I can tell you the answer, but I don’t know what to do either,” he said, softly gazing into her eyes. “I never had a family growing up, so I wouldn’t know,”

If he had a family growing up, maybe he could tell her things about fighting and making up. But all he knew about families were how to go to war with them. It wouldn’t be helpful in this situation.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Damon didn’t mean to say those words in a melancholic way, but Violet was looking at him with that somber look again. She was probably thinking about how he was an orphan and how difficult it must be to never have anyone to grow up with.

“Damon, you know that you have a family now, right?” she said cautiously.

“Sure, I have the guys—“

“No, I mean me,” she cut him off, and it caught him off guard.

That’s right. She’s… my family now.

“Damon?” she asked again, studying his expression. “Did I say something wrong?”

A smile crept up his lips and he shook his head.

“No, I just… I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, pausing for a beat before continuing, “You could’ve had anyone else and you chose me to be your family,”

I don’t think I even deserve this.

Violet bit her l*p to suppress her smile. With her head tilted to the side, she put her hand on the side of his face and caressed his cheek.

“Those people who gave up on you, they don’t know what they’re missing,” she told him. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have met you,”

Damon’s heart doubled in size and he felt something warm emanating from deep inside him. He leaned his face into her hand locked her gaze with his.

“The same goes for you, sweet girl,” he said. “Screw your brother. We’ll be our own little family,”

Violet stared at him with a look he couldn’t decipher. There was still some sadness there, but there was also hope. Damon kept her gaze and they stared into each other’s eyes for a long while. It was like they were talking to each other but without words.

Thank you, sweet girl.

What for?

For choosing me and never giving up on me.

Damon took a step closer and closed the distance between their bodies. He inched his lips down to hers and softly coaxed her into a k**s. Violet closed her eyes and let his k**s took over her body. He planted k****s all over her lips and jaw, and then he moved to the sweet spot on her neck.

Violet let out a m**n and Damon kissed her deeper. He led her down gently on the bed and trailed k****s down her chest and stomach. His k****s were hot and full of hunger, he was desperate to let her know how much she means to him.

Not wasting another second, Damon ripped away her nightgown and claimed her sensitive spot with his mouth. She sucked in a deep breath when he bit down on her clit, and she couldn’t control herself when his tongue licked and lapped the sensitive bud. Violet came onto his mouth within seconds, but Damon wasn’t slowing down. He kept his tongue on her clit and inserted a finger into her core, pushing her órgasm further.

That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.

Violet came again under Damon’s skillful hand. Her body thrashed and writhed as she released her sweet juices. Through her breathless m***s, she asked for him and he gave her what she wanted. He trailed k****s up her body and positioned his length right on her opening. Their eyes were locked deeply into one another and just like that, the two of them became one.

Screw the whole damn world. We’re all each other need.

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~ Violet ~

It was a night full of wonderful lovemaking, and the next morning, Violet woke up to Damon’s handsome face staring down at her. She couldn’t help but smile and giggle when she opened her eyes to that wonderful sight. Her body stirred in the bed and she could feel her muscle’s soreness from last night.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” Damon greeted her with a k**s on her forehead.

“Good morning, Damon,” she murmured.

“Ready for breakfast?” he asked, lending out his hand to her.

“Hmm, I’m starving,” she replied, taking his hand in a heartbeat.

Damon helped her up and she grabbed a robe from a nearby chair. He then put on some slacks as Violet put on the robe, and together they walked hand in hand down to the breakfast area.

“Good morning, you two,” Talia said when she noticed Damon and Violet walking in. It was a Sunday morning and the breakfast area was filled with everyone including Adrian, Liam, Beau, and Celina.

“Good morning,” Damon and Violet replied in unison.

They exchanged a quick awkward glance before sitting down. Damon, being the gentleman, pulled out a chair for her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Look, we got your favorite croissant from the French bakery,” Talia said as she pushed a basket of croissants to Violet.

“Oh, yay!” Violet gladly took the basket.

Looking around the table, she then saw how beautiful and picturesque everything was. Everyone was talking and laughing happily, drinking juice and eating croissants on a warm summer morning.

I guess sometimes family isn’t always b***d.

“Can you pass the butter?” Damon asked Adrian.

“Sure,” Adrian replied.

It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs.

“Oh, Violet, you should see the little dresses I picked out for the flower girls. They are adorable!” Celina exclaimed, pulling out her phone to show Violet the pictures.

“Let me see,” Violet said, leaning closer towards Celina.

It’s the people who accept you for who you are.

“Aren’t they just the cutest thing ever?” Celina purred.

“They really are,” Violet agreed.

They’re the ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.

“How are you two feeling? Are you excited? The wedding is less than two weeks away!” Talia reminded them, smiling meaningfully.

Damon and Violet exchanged another look. It was a look of pure joy and certainty. And the smiles on their faces couldn’t lie.

“Like you have to ask,”

And they are mine. My family.