The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 88 – The End

~ Violet ~

“Violet?” Damon gaped, not expecting to see her there.

“Damon…” she replied. She turned around to where Isabella was standing, but she wasn’t there anymore. She was gone. There was no one in the room except for her and Damon.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I just… came here to pray…” Violet was looking around in confusion. Then she narrowed her eyes at him and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, same,” he shrugged. “Here to pray,”

Damon… prays?

Violet watched in suspicion as Damon stepped closer to the altar. He put the flowers he was carrying behind his back and stood before the cross. Bowing his head down, he closed his eyes as if to pray.

“You know, they say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,”

Violet’s comment caused Damon to open his eyes.

“That’s nonsense,” he stifled a laugh.

“What’s that in your hand?” she asked.

Damon revealed the flowers he was carrying. It was a bouquet of violet roses, the same exact ones as the ones he gave her a year ago.

“Oh, these are just…” Damon trailed his words, not knowing how to finish them.

“Who are these for?” she asked. Clearly, it wasn’t for her.

Damon didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes gave it away.

“It’s for her, huh?”

Damon let out a sigh and nodded his head.

“Violet roses were Isabella’s favorite flower,” he said, gazing down at the foot of the cross. “I just thought I’d come here and pay my respect,”

Violet felt a pang in her chest, and she didn’t know how. That sinking feeling she had been carrying all day was taking its toll on her. At this moment right now, she felt like she was drowning.

“Damon, when you first sent me those flowers, did you send them thinking that I would like them or did you send them because I reminded you of her?”

Damon was caught off guard by her question. He narrowed his eyes and asked back, “What does it matter?”

“It matters to me,” she pressed.

Damon’s eyes looked lost. She tried to keep eye contact, but he kept throwing his gaze away.

“Okay, yeah, I sent it because of your name and… you reminded me of her,” he started rambling. “But that’s whatever, alright?”

“It’s not whatever!” she interjected. “I only liked these flowers because I thought it was special, it was from you,”

“It is special—“

“Not anymore,” she cut him off. “Damon, I don’t wanna be her shadow. I don’t wanna be the girl you settle for because you can’t have her!”

Damon didn’t how to respond. He stared at her in wild disbelief as she glared at him. Finally, he let out a scoff and shook his head, thinking that she was overacting.

“Sweet girl, where the hell is this coming from?” Damon took a step closer but Violet took a step back.

“Why did you invite all those people to our wedding?” she asked suddenly. “Didn’t we agree on having a small and intimate wedding?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“You and Hugo are up to something, right?”

Damon stopped his tracks abruptly. His lips formed a straight line and his brows were furrowed.

“Where did you hear that?”

I knew it. Dylan was right. They are up to something.

Violet’s lips began to quiver and her knees went weak. She took another step back and shook her head at him.

“He’s your partner, your godfather…” her voice came out in a whisper. “You’d never get rid of him. You can’t. He’s too big a part of your life,”

“What are you talking about?” Damon pressed and stepped closer. “You’re the biggest part of my life,”

Violet stood her ground and smiled a sad smile.

“I wish that’s enough,”

Violet’s words cut through him like a knife. Damon stared at her like he couldn’t recognize her. He knew something terribly wrong must’ve happened. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing here and talking to him like this on the morning of their wedding day.

“Violet,” he said finally, reaching his hand out to her.

“Stop,” she hissed. She closed her eyes for a second and a single tear fell off her cheek. “Don’t say my name,”

Violet didn’t let him touch her, but he was adamant. He stepped in front of her again, trying to reach for her face this time.

“Baby, come over here. Let’s talk about this—”

“Don’t touch me!”

Violet swatted his hand away as he was reaching for her face. Damon glared daggers at her as he couldn’t believe how irrational she was being.

“P-please, move aside,” she stammered, trying her best to hold herself together. “I need to get out of here,”

Violet was on the verge of breaking down in tears and Damon could see right through it. Instead of letting her go like she asked, he stood tall right in front of her, refusing to move.

“I’m not moving until you talk to me and tell me what’s going on,” he said.

Violet took in a deep breath and shook her head. More tears were falling from her face.

“I can’t…” she croaked. “I can’t do this anymore,”

“Sweet girl—“

“Stop!” she shouted over him. “Don’t ever call me that again!”

Violet used to love it when he called her with that name. That was her favorite nickname. But now, all she could think about was how he probably said the same thing to Isabella.

“Move,” she said firmly.

Damon’s eyes bored into her as he stood his ground. There was only one way in and out of the church. If he didn’t move, she couldn’t leave.

“No,” he replied.

“I said move,”

“I said no,”

Damon and Violet held a staring contest. No one said anything or moved an inch. The tension in the air was thick and suffocating. Violet’s gaze was unrelenting, but Damon refused to back down either. He was never going to let her go.

I have to get out of here…

In the spur of the moment, Violet realized she had a weapon in her hand. Before she could stop herself, her hand reached into the purse and she pulled out the gun. The gun was aimed straight at Damon and for the first time ever, he flinched.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Move,” she ordered him. “Let me go,”

Damon stared at her and down at the barrel of the gun. His brain quickly assessed the situation, wondering if the gun was loaded and if he could be quick enough to get the gun away from her.

“No,” he said finally, making his choice.

“I swear, Damon, if you don’t move…”

“You’re gonna shoot me?”

Violet’s hand was trembling and the tears won’t stop falling from her face. She didn’t want to shoot him, she just wanted him to let her go.

“You don’t think I’ll do it?” she challenged, thinking that it would be enough to get him to back down.

Damon responded by stifling a laugh and shaking his head.

“You won’t do it,” he said confidently. “I know you. You’re not this person. You’re my good, sweet, Violet,”

Damon was walking closer towards her, completely unfazed by the gun pointing at him. Violet kept walking back and aiming the gun at him, but it was no use.

“Come on, put the gun down and let’s talk,” he said in a gentle and understanding tone. “I’ll explain everything. I’ll tell you anything you wanna hear,”

Violet shook her head and pointed the gun to his chest. That sinking feeling in her heart wasn’t going away and she couldn’t breathe. She just had to get out of here.

“It’s too late,” she told him.

“It’s not too late, sweet girl—“

“No,” she cut him off. “I’m not your good, sweet girl anymore, Damon,”

* CLICK *

Violet turned off the safety of the gun. With a quick pull of the trigger, she could send the bullet flying straight to his chest. Damon knew this too and he stopped moving.

“Move,” she said.

Damon’s jaw was clenched hard. He stared at the gun and then at her. His eyes were undeterred.

“Just shoot me then,”

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~ Damon ~

Violet held the gun up higher, but she didn’t pull the trigger. Her hands were shaking, and every little move could mean the difference between life and death. Damon thought about seizing the gun away from her, but it was too dangerous. She might pull the trigger and the bullet might hit her, he couldn’t risk that.

“This is the last time I’m asking you…” she said with shaky voice. “Please move,”

Damon didn’t look at the barrel of the gun anymore. He focused his eyes on her. He saw how hurt and lost she was. Whatever it was that happened to her, he knew he had to fix it. He couldn’t just let her go.

“Never,” he said. “I’m never letting you go,”

More tears were falling from her face and he wished he could reach them. He wanted so much to wipe those tears away.

“Damon…” she meant it as a warning, but her voice was too coarse.

Damon knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t stand idly by and watch. He took another step closer and his hands reached to cup her face.

“Sweet girl,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you and I will never let you go,”

Violet began crying uncontrollably as he tightened his grip on her. He didn’t know what was happening with her, but he could feel every pain and frustration. Inching his lips to hers, he whispered the words over and over again, “I love you, I’m not letting you go,”

Violet stood holding the gun and Damon stood holding her face. He didn’t care that the gun was pressed up against his chest, he just kept holding onto her. Offering his lips to her, he waited for the odd chance that she would k**s him back. Violet remained quiet for the longest time, and then finally, her hand gave out and it fell to her side, along with the gun.

“I…” she said softly, her lips were grazing his. “I’m sorry,”

* BANG! *

The loud thundering sound pierced through the air and Damon felt a sharp pang in his chest. It hit him so hard, his body fell back in response. Everything was happening so fast and so slow at the same time. After his body fell to the ground, his head was turned to the side. He saw the shadow of a girl in white, running or perhaps flying away like an angel. And after she was gone, darkness began to creep in. Everything turned cold and dark. All he could see now was the pool of b***d surrounding him, staining the fallen violet roses scattered on the ground.