The Mafia's Good Girl

5. OFFER

~ Damon ~

“I’ll be sure to return the favor,” Damon said moments before he left the scene. He could hear the police sirens in the background, but he still took time to talk to the girl.

“Don’t worry about it, just go,” she said. She looked even more worried than him.

“Oh, no. Damon Van Zandt never forgets,” he said finally.

Damon took one look at the girl before he disappeared into the night. Her eyes were the most captivating things he’d ever seen. They were blue with hints of violet in it. He had never seen such mysterious, glorious eyes. 

When Damon told her that he wouldn’t forget, he was talking about being indebted to her because she’d helped them escape. That very night, as soon as the Van Zandt clan made their way back to the estate, Damon set out two orders of business. The first one was to figure out the mole who ratted them out to the cops. The second order of business was to find out this girl’s identity and Damon sent her a little gift in return. It didn’t take long for his men to finish these two jobs. The next morning, not even a full eight hours later, both these jobs were already done. 

“Boss,” Liam greeted Damon in his office. Damon was drinking his morning coffee with Adrian and they were going through the news. There wasn’t anything about the police raiding the Union, which meant their tracks were covered quite well.

“You found the rat?” Damon asked without lifting his eyes from the papers.

“Yes, sir,”

“What’d you do to him?”

“He’s gone, sir,” Liam nodded reassuringly. “We’ve cleaned him up. Without a trace,”

“Good,” Damon said simply.

“Who was he working for?” Adrian asked.

“Just a small-time crook from Jersey City looking to cash in,” Liam replied. “He’s not linked to any other families,”

“You sure about that?” Damon asked.

“Yes, we’ve checked. Very thoroughly,”

“And I thought you did that before we started the meeting?” Damon shot a look at Liam and he gulped instinctively. 

“I’m very sorry, boss. That will never happen again. I’ll double up the security,” Liam said. 

“Damn right something like that can never happen again,” Adrian scoffed. “If not for that waitress, we almost got busted by the cops. You know how embarrassing that would’ve been?”

“Yes, I completely understand,” Liam could only put his head down, knowing full well he’d done messed up.

“This is fúcking amateur s**t,” Damon muttered. “I’m starting to wonder if you can even do your job, Liam,”

“This will never happen again, I promise you, boss,” Liam’s eyes shot back up instantly. “On my life, I promise,”

Damon only needed one look into Liam’s eyes and he knew Liam wasn’t kidding. He’d die before letting anything like this happen again. 

“Alright, you may go,” Damon said.

Liam nodded his head and turned around. But before he could reach the door, Damon called out again.

“Did you do the second thing I asked you to do?”

Liam quickly turned back around. “Yes. We’ve sent her the money, flowers, and the message. Just like you asked, boss,”

“Good,” Damon said. “Go on then,”

Liam exited the room and Damon was left with his trusted consigliere. Damon went back to reading the papers, but he could feel Adrian’s gaze piercing into his space.

“You got her flowers?” Adrian asked. “Never would’ve taken you for a romantic,”

“She saved our asses, I thought I’d be a little decent,” Damon let out a laugh and closed the newspaper.

“Decent, huh?” Adrian scoffed mockingly. “Yeah, that’s you,”

Damon wasn’t even offended by that jab. Judging from the way he was treating the girls around him, he was never known as the ‘decent’ type. Heck, he never even called these girls by their names. He just assigned numbers to them, and he’d changed girls like he changed his ties. 

“I got some time before my next meeting. Send my number one and number two in, will you?” Damon said to Adrian, exactly proving his point.

“It’s not even the afternoon yet, and you already have an appetite,” Adrian joked as he headed for the door. Damon only gave him a bored stare. “They’ll be right in here, boss,”

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Damon’s week and his business continued to thrive without a hitch. The little incident in The Union didn’t even make it to the papers, so their reputation was still gold. Damon went on with his days like he normally would, he’d take care of business, he’d plan for expansion, and he’d enjoy leisure time with his carefully selected group of female companions. 

But ever since that incident, Damon found it difficult to go on with his life like normal. The days were fine, but the nights were strange. He found himself dreaming about her and her eyes, and he’d wake up feeling restless and agitated. The dreams always started out the same. He was walking down the long hallway and Violet was walking in his direction. He felt the urge to talk to her, so he put his hand up and blocked her way. 

“So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“A girl like me?” she asked.

“Beautiful, smart, and… clearly inexperienced,”

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a look like she was offended.

“For your information, I’m well-qualified for this job,” she stated matter-of-factly. “I’ve been working here since—”

“I wasn’t talking about the job,” Damon cut her off.

“W-what are you talking about then?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me and you look away,” his eyes darted to her lips and back to her eyes. “Why? You can’t handle a little heat?”

She let out a little gasp, unsure of what to say. Damon only smiled and leaned closer. Both his hands were up on the walls, trapping the little girl in her place. She looked up at him and Damon could see the fear in her eyes. She was squirming and it made Damon’s blood boil. He was thoroughly enjoying this. 

Damon licked his lips and his eyes turned hooded and dark. She swallowed hard and turned her face to the side as his mouth landed on the skin of her neck. He inhaled her scent and she smelled so divine that he almost lost himself. 

“D-Damon…” she breathed.

“Scream if you must,” he murmured to her skin. “And if you need me to stop, just say the word,”

Not wasting another second, Damon’s mouth connected with the sweet spot on her neck. He kissed and sucked hard on her skin like he was about to eat her alive. Her hands raised up to push him back, but Damon grabbed them and pinned her above her head.

Damon closed the distance between their bodies and he could feel her writhing against him. She was trashing and jerking around, clearly inexperienced in terms of handling her own body. Damon trailed kisses all over her neck and jaw, and he stopped right before their lips could touch.

“Tell me, what do you want?” he whispered breathlessly.

“I don’t want you… to stop,”

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He let out a smirk and threw her down on the bed. He ripped through her clothes until she was lying naked before him, powerless and hungry. Before he delved down to capture her lips, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful eyes, the blue and purplish glint. It made him smile. And he was smiling as he claimed her body for his pleasure. He trailed kisses down from her lips to her neck and chest. He rolled his tongue over her n*****s and sucked each one of them until they were hard. He kept going all the way down until he found her entrance. She was raw pink and wet, completely untouched. 

Damon's flesh was burning with desire. He was so hard for this girl, it was painful to keep it in. Damon positioned himself on her entrance and his tip was touching her warm wetness. It felt so good that Damon felt the need to stop and savor this moment. He glided himself all along her folds, just teasing her.

"Damon, please..."

Damon only smiled as she begged shamelessly for him. She tried to squirm closer, but he held her back firmly in place. His hands were on her thighs and he spread her open before her. She was trembling before him and he loved seeing it. He took another moment to look at her before plunging himself inside her, hard and deep. 

And that was when the dream would stop. It always stopped before he could get to the good part, and it was driving him insane. Damon was left frustrated and no matter how many other women he’d call into his room, he could never get off the way he wanted to. 

What the fúck is wrong with me? He thought to himself. 

This was already the third night that this dream happened. Damon had repaid his debt to Violet. There was no reason why she should still be on his mind, but she was. When he said the words, “Damon Van Zandt never forgets,” this was not what he meant. He didn’t want to be thinking about some girl and waking up in the dead of the night, but Violet and her beautiful eyes were haunting him. And no matter what he did, he just couldn’t forget her. 

This is bullshit.

Damon woke up at four in the morning today and he couldn’t go back to sleep. He let out a deep sigh and walked to his office instead. He knew he had to do something to get this girl off his mind. He decided on a glass of scotch and a cigarette to keep him company, but even those weren’t enough. Damon thought for a moment before pushing a button on his desk. And about five minutes later, Adrian appeared at his door. He was still in his sleeping clothes, panting and anxious 

“You called for me?” he asked.

“Yeah, have a seat,” Damon said.

“It’s four in the morning, I’d assume this is serious,” Adrian said as he sat down. “What’s going on?”

“What do you know about that bar manager at the Union?”

“Dylan Carvey?” Adrian narrowed his eyes. “He’s just this young dude managing the bar. He’s got connections with girls and small-time drug dealing. He’s an okay guy, though. Why?”

“And the waitress is his sister?”

“That’s right,”

“Does that mean she’s off limits?”

Adrian stared at Damon in disbelief, but Damon stood by his question.

“Dylan’s not gonna sell you his sister, if that’s what you’re implying,” Adrian said matter-of-factly. “He can get you other girls. Any other girls. He’s known for that type of s**t,”

“He’s a pimp with a moral code, that what you’re saying?” Damon scoffed.

“Damon, why are you asking me questions about some bar manager? What is it that you want?” Adrian was looking irritated now. 

“I want you to set up a meeting with him. I wanna talk to this guy,”

“A meeting? What for?”

“Oh, I don’t know, pleasantries? It’s never a bad thing to make friends and allies, don’t you think?”

Adrian rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head. 

“Damon, I know you. You’re not the type of guy who’d just do anything without a reason. What are you planning to do?”

“It’s simple, really,” Damon said as he got up to his feet. He took the glass of scotch with him and headed back to his room. “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse,”

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