The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 11

A car parked a few kilometers from Dylan's building was guarding the professor's entrance. As soon as a taxi parked in front of the building, the guy who was inside the car looked to see who was getting out of the car and Dylan got out of it. The stranger did not look away from the professor until he entered the residence. Seconds later he took out his cell phone and made a call. -The boy just arrived at his apartment, what does he want us to do?

-Keep watching him until I give you orders.

-Understood-The man in the car hangs up the call, settling into the seat.

While on the other side of the line the phone paid the blame for the bad temper that Dylan was generating. He had no idea what he was getting into, but soon he would let her know and she would regret it.

[...]

Dylan threw the keys to his house on the table and then lay down on the couch, releasing a long sigh, feeling heaviness in his body. Since Violeta appeared in her life everything had become out of control, the girl was a bigger problem. Everything about her was very dangerous, one of those days he would be dead if he continued to allow her to continue with her absurd, sick obsession with him.

He asked himself something important: if Violeta had not been responsible for the teacher's death, who was? As far as she knew, that woman was the only one who had problems with her, no one else at the university belonged to a mafia family. The situation was very complicated, apart from that, there was also the fact that they had been trying to murder the girl, that detail could not be overlooked.

-Oh my God! what a problem...

He prickled the bridge of his nose as he stood up, the only thing he hoped was for Violeta to understand once and for all that he didn't want her around. If with what he had done to her today she didn't understand his intentions to keep her away, then she had no idea what else to do... because of him, she put her neck in danger, what if she came to stand before the most powerful gangster and at the same time let him the daughter that way. She still couldn't conceive how she didn't have a bullet stuck in her head. "I can no longer continue wasting my energy with her and her family," he says to himself, as if finally settling the matter. "I don't want to know anything more about Violeta Morgan."

He said to himself while uncovering a beer, as he took the first sip he recapitulated the times he was with her. Of course! The opportunities where they were not in danger. But putting that aside, he remembered how he held her in his arms while he tasted her scent. It was very difficult to ignore Violeta's body, the innocence that the flavor of her body radiated. He was addictive and even provoked a little more of her, to tell the truth he wanted her completely. He smiles as she shakes her head, it was absurd to have those kinds of lustful thoughts with a Morgan.

-Don't even think about it Dylan, you know that woman is forbidden-He squeezes the beer can tightly, throwing it into the trash can-That won't happen.

[...]

The next day Demian was waiting with his arms crossed for her daughter at the entrance of the house. Violeta, going down the stairs, saw her father waiting for her. The girl just rolls her eyes, she knew why she was there.

-Hurry up, it's getting late, I have a lot of business to attend to this morning.

-Then let the driver take me, I don't want everyone to see me arrive with Demian Morgan. My mere presence intimidates enough without increasing it with yours, dad.

-Violet! -Demian speaks with a strong voice.

-Yes, well, let's go already... -Answer, continuing along until the exit.

A few minutes later Violeta got out of her father's car, thanking them for arriving at the university since the atmosphere inside the car was heavy and even irritating. But as she tries to descend, she hears some words from Demian that stop her in her tracks. "I want you away from that teacher, Violeta." Her tone of voice was dangerous.

-Dad, don't do this. I'm big enough to take a sermon.

"If you don't obey me, you know the consequences." She looks at her severely, without letting herself be intimidated by the defiant attitude of her daughter.

-If you murder him, I swear you will never see me again.

Demian clenches his jaw tightly, it was a Morgan for a reason. She was fearsome, his vile copy of her. She ends up getting out of the car, slamming the door hard. He looks at her through the window as she walks away from her and then smiles. "Walk," he orders the driver.

Full of courage, Violeta headed inside the university. She didn't feel like attending classes, but that was better than staying at home all day listening to the sermons of her entire family. If she didn't get involved with anyone, why the hell did they get involved in her business? So wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that Dylan was also arriving at university.

But he did spot her immediately, he noticed her expression and judging by her face he knew she was pissed off. When not, he said to himself. He tried to ignore her and continued to his classroom, unfortunately that day it was Violeta's turn to teach, he was counting on her to behave like a normal student... as soon as he entered the classroom he took a look at the brunette who was looking out the window and didn't. He seemed to be paying attention to her, that had to be a good sign right? After several minutes of class and she hadn't seen him again, he should have felt good about her attitude but... because the hell it wasn't like that, Violeta wasn't even paying attention to the class. Well, after all, that was what he wanted from that girl's indifference. Totally neither of them could be together...

Even though he hated studying, the only class he enjoyed was Dylan's. However, he had not seen her face even once since he entered the classroom, and the reason was simple, if that idiot was not interested in her, then she would not care about it either. What he had done yesterday left her quite angry, the fact that he took her home as if she were a damn child made her mad, and the worst of all had been the humiliation he had put her through in front of her father.. I wasn't going to forgive the idiot for that. Dylan wouldn't stop talking in French, and all she wanted was for him to say that class was over so he could leave. She planned to give him a soup of her own chocolate, at least she hoped her indifference would irritate him although she doubted it. The brunette sighed, why did he feel so bad? Out of the corner of her eye she turned to look at him, noticing that she was reading a book aloud in her language, which caused a great shudder inside her. Damn! She really liked that man. He was so handsome and virile. I look back at the window, she was an idiot...

Finally, when class ended, Violeta gathered her things, stood up and left the classroom without looking at him for a moment. But even though she could feel her gaze, was that good? She didn't want to get her hopes up about it. Since she no longer felt like listening to any more teachers she decided to leave, at least her car was parked outside her so she wouldn't have to depend on her father or her uncle.

Sitting in front of her desk, he was reviewing some exams, but her head was somewhere else. She was taking her role seriously, that meant she had gotten it off her but then why the hell she wasn't feeling well... she throws the exams on the desk while she picks the bridge of her nose.

-Demons...