The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 36

He seemed to be aware of everything, but he thought something else was missing. Dylan took a deep breath as he looked at that battered, but beautiful face. -Violet, you should know that..." At that, the door to the room opened, interrupting Dylan's words.

-Oh, excellent! They are both here.

Violet observed the guy who burst into the room, she knew him, she knew who he was. But what was he doing in that house? Was that man the one who captured Dylan and her? -You? -Violet frowned, looking at him with hatred.

-You seem to know who I am.

-Of course I do! -She half smiles, but in a dangerous way. Do I have to remind you who my father is?

-No need, what matters here is why you're here.

Dylan looked at the guy who was pacing around the room, he was going to ruin the whole damn thing.

-You'd better get out of here, you have no business in this room," Dylan proclaims deadly serious.

-The man walks in the direction of Violet, but Dylan stands in his way, facing him.

-Dylan, do you know this man? -Violet's question produced a strange sensation in Dylan that made him frown.

The man's smile before him widened and his eyes shone with great intensity, Dylan clenched his jaw to the point that the vein in his forehead throbbed.

-Come on Dylan, tell the girl if you know me.

-Don't make me lose my patience, get the hell out of here.

-What the hell is going on?

-If you don't tell her, I will, my son." The boy's eyes widened.

-Son? -Violet's voice came into the room. What do you mean, son?

-You're a bastard!

-He has to know the truth, don't you think so? -He turns his face a little to focus on Violet. Does that surprise you, little Morgan? -She smiles.

That man was Dylan's father, his uncle told her that he wasn't a teacher who belonged to the mafia and worst of all, he was one of the enemies. One who didn't agree with his father's rules, and who from time to time caused trouble for the boss. But at no time did he mention anything about being the son of the boss of his father's enemies. -Dylan, is that true?

-Of course it's true, this boy you see here is my son. The only son of Alonzo Dallas.

-You'd better get out of here," Dylan warns angrily as he clasps his hands.

-You will do as I say, and this time you will not escape your destiny, my dear son. But I will not allow you to take a Morgan as your wife, that will never happen.

-Then you'd better let her go," answers his son, holding his gaze.

-I told you, the girl will stay here for a while. You can ride her all you want, I don't care, she's a dirty Morgan. But under no circumstances will you take her as a wife. -You're a bloody bastard," his son mutters angrily.

-Be very careful with that vocabulary, my son, remember who you are talking to," he separates from him a little to look at Violeta. The warning also goes for you, I won't allow you to get involved with my son, our surnames will not cross in any way. -That's enough! -Dylan shouted.

-You're here because it was all part of a plan," he smiles, patting his son's shoulder. Violet details that gesture, which made her understand many things.

Alonzo turns to leave the room. Violet watched the despicable man walk away, leading her to end up standing up, when she noticed that Dylan turned around just as she was taking the needle out of his arm.

-Violet, don't do it," he lunges at her to stop her.

But it was too late for his warning, because she had already pulled it out and threatened Dylan's life with it. As soon as he approached her she quickly brought the tip of the needle to Dylan's eye which made him stop on the spot. -Violet's expression was both dangerous and threatening.

-Violet, let me explain." He raises his hands, showing that he had no intention of hurting her, but she still won't lower that sharp weapon from her face.

-Explain? What the hell are you going to explain to me, you lying, cheating bastard?

-I need you to listen to me.

-Yeah? -Yeah? If everything was as clear as day, that man is my father's worst headache. He's been looking everywhere to get rid of him and you happen to be his bloody son that I'm in love with.

Dylan closes his eyes as he denies, he knew she wouldn't take it well. But for all the reasons she kept threatening him with that needle, she didn't trust him at all. He lets out his breath, pulling away from her.

-I understand that you don't trust me, but I swear I won't hurt you. I could never hurt you even though I'm the son of who I am.

-You lied to me," she lowers the gun. I let them bring me here just to help you escape, and it turns out it was all a trap. That's what you were looking for, wasn't it?

-No, not Violeta," she defends herself. Of course it's not like that, I didn't want any of this to happen. All those times..." She combs her hair back. "All those times I asked you to stay away from me, I did it with.... -So you're blaming me? -He raises his gun again.

-On the one hand, yes, I asked you many times. I didn't want to get involved with you because..." He bites his lips. Being with you dragged me into my past, and it was what I'd been avoiding for so many years.

The young Morgan breathed heavily, all the while listening intently to the man she had stood up to her family and put her own at risk for, who turned out to be a liar and a traitor. He was not to be trusted at his word. -What the hell are you talking about?

-Put the gun down, please.

-Don't even dream of it, I don't trust you.

-If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be dead a long time ago. -Of course!

-Of course! Now I understand better why you know how to use a gun perfectly, and you fight with a lot of agility. But that wouldn't save you from me, I can still kill you.

-With that leg, I doubt it." He looks down and she does the same, realising that the bandage was stained. You'll bleed to death if you make sudden movements.

She squeezes the syringe hard, she couldn't let him do what he wanted. It would be like letting herself be bent, and she was a Morgan, not the lapdog of the son of her father's enemy. So the brunette pushed aside the pain in her mind, and at once rushed at Dylan, she needed to get out of that place. Getting away from that man and his father was her priority right now.

-Violet!

Dylan defended himself by grabbing Violet's wrist, but out of nowhere a blow settled in his groin that made him double over. He let go of Violet's wrist to see her running towards the door, as best he could he turned around and with all the pain he felt he managed to grab her elbow to stop her.

-You can't go far, they'll kill you.

-Let go of me, you lying bastard!

She hits him in the chest with great force, pushing him backwards, which led Dylan to grab her by the waist and squeeze her arms.

-Let me go, I hate you, I don't want to be near you, you damned bastard," The girl resisted with all her strength, but the urge to cry was enormous. Her heart was wounded, and the only thing that provoked her was to get away from that lout.

-Calm down please, you'll hurt your leg too much," he asked subtly, but she wouldn't budge.

He walked with her backwards and in seconds they fell on the bed, immediately Dylan positioned himself on top of her, trapping her wrists and immobilizing her legs.

-If you don't do it the easy way, you'll do it the hard way," he said, taking her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.