The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 43

~ Violet ~

“Ciao bella, welcome to Roma!”

Adrian was practicing his Italian accent while stretching his arm out, making that famous Italian hand gesture. He was standing dramatically in front of the big windows in the hotel as if he was showcasing the view of Rome to everyone else. Damon flat out ignored him while Talia and Violet laughed and shook their heads in disapproval.

“Okay, babe, I think you should just stick to English,” Talia said as she pulled her husband away from the hotel window.

“You don’t like my Italian?” he asked using another cringey Italian accent.

“I like it,” she replied. “But only when it comes on a plate,”

Adrian rolled his eyes and the couple started laughing. Violet found them to be very adorable. All morning long, Adrian kept cracking jokes to get Talia’s attention and she’d play along. They had inside jokes for everything and they were always laughing at each other for no reason.

This must be what it looks like when you’re in love with your best friend.

Speaking of love, Violet threw her glance at Damon who was standing on the other side of the room. He was busily typing on his phone while barking orders to his men. It was about two in the afternoon and the group had just arrived at their swanky hotel suite in the heart of Rome. The living room of this place was bigger than most people’s houses. This floor of the hotel would be fully occupied by Damon’s men, while Damon himself would be sleeping in the penthouse suite.

I wonder if I’d get my own room or…?

As if to answer the question on her mind, Damon suddenly looked up and shot her a look. It was one of those flirty and playful looks, followed by that devilishly handsome smile. Violet’s heart was racing faster than the speed of light. Not even the private jet could make her feel this high.

Hubba-hubba…

Today was an absolute adventure for Violet. She got out early in the morning to pick up her passport and she hopped onto Damon’s private jet. The flight took about eight hours, but it didn’t feel long at all. She was pampered with all the food and champagne she could ever want, although she didn’t drink any, and she even had a foot massage 35,000 feet up in the air.

The first thing they did after arriving at Rome was to check into the hotel. It was quite an experience walking into the lobby since Violet had never walked with ten guys in black suits crowding over her before. People around probably thought she was some kind of a celebrity, especially when she was walking with Damon. With his sleek black suit and charismatic swagger, people would look at him and marvel like he was some kind of a Greek god.

Still standing on the other side of the room, Damon was busy talking to his men but he kept his eyes on Violet. Violet was looking at him too, biting her l*p to suppress her smile, but failing miserably at it.

Talia noticed the two of them and she whispered into Violet’s ear, “I spy with my little eye two people that are in love,”

“Stop it,” Violet hissed, blushing red in embarrassment. “Don’t say that,”

“What? It’s true,” Talia clapped back.

Ever since Talia learned that Damon asked Violet to come to Italy with him, Talia was convinced that Damon was in love with her. Violet, however, didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Love was such a big word and this might not even be that.

“Look, he only asked me to go on a trip together. It’s not a big deal. And as you can see, it’s not just the two of us here. He brought the entire estate with him,” Violet said, gesturing to the sea of men in the room. “So please, don’t make any premature judgments,”

Talia was the one rolling her eyes this time, not buying into that bullshit.

“Violet, he brought you out to Italy with him after your contract is over. He’s never done this to any other girl. Ever,” she said, sounding rather persistent. “Get it through your head girl, you’re not just his employee anymore. I think he likes you—”

“Talia!” Violet cut her off quickly when she saw Damon coming over to them. Damon realized that he just interrupted a conversation. Talia turned around and gave Damon a playful smirk.

“What are you two whispering about over here?” he asked.

“Nothing, just girl stuff,” Talia chirped. “Oh, by the way, I took the company’s black card to go shopping. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Wha—how did you?” Damon narrowed his eyes at her but then he realized who the perpetrator was. He shot a look at Adrian who was smiling sheepishly at him.

“Come on, Vi. Let’s go shopping while the boys do business,” Talia giggled shamelessly and gestured for Violet to come with her.

Violet shot a look at Damon and he let out a sigh. He stepped closer to her and tilted her chin up to him. Everyone in the room was watching as Damon pressed his lips on Violet’s. No one was blinking and everyone held their breaths.

“Just make sure you stick with the bodyguards and come back before eight,” Damon said as he finally pulled away. Violet nodded her head and Damon turned to one of his bodyguards. “You, guard her with your life,”

The men nodded his head furiously and said, “Yes, sir,”

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Violet never knew that shopping could be this fun. Talia was taking her to all these wonderful designer stores, selling gorgeous satin dresses, leather bags, and beautiful shoes. And the best part of it all, she never even had to look at the price tag.

Violet and Talia spent the whole afternoon clearing out racks in stores and eating gelatos on a sidewalk café. Italy also happened to be the birthplace of the espresso and Violet couldn’t stop geeking out about how great the coffees were. Needless to say, it had only been four hours since she arrived but she was already having the time of her life.

“I still can’t believe I’m here in freaking Italy!” Violet squealed as she licked her chocolate gelato.

“Me too,” Talia said, eating the vanilla one. “I’ve always wanted to go,”

“You’ve never been?” Violet asked.

“Nope, the farthest I went out of the estate was to go to Disneyworld when I was ten,” she laughed.

“But, Damon said he and Adrian would go here at least four times a year,” Violet said. “You never came with them?”

“I was never allowed,” Talia shrugged.

“Really?”

Violet found it hard to believe that Talia’s husband went on so many trips to Italy all these years and Talia was never invited to go at all.

“You do realize that he didn’t actually bring the whole estate here, right? The boys were his team. He’d go anywhere with them. And as for me, he’s only bringing me because of you,”

“Because of me?” Violet squeaked.

“Yeah. You’d be alone and you’d get bored when they have to deal with business. Adrian told me they had a pretty packed schedule, a lot of meetings with very important people. So I guess that’s where I come in,” Talia explained.

“Oh,” Violet’s jaw dropped open at the realization. “I didn’t know…”

“That he cares that much?” Talia cut her off and took a bite out of her gelato cone. “Me too,”

Violet fell silent and stared at the gelato in her hand. The thought that Damon cared so much for her happiness brought a smile to her face, and she couldn’t drop that smile for the rest of the day.

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After the shopping trip was over, the girls went back to the hotel and Violet went to try on some of the clothes she got. She was most excited about this gold silk dress from Armani. It was such a simple design but it accentuated her body in all the right places.

“Mmm, he’s gonna love you in this!” Talia chimed in approval.

“You think so?” Violet asked.

“I know so, you sexy thang!”

Violet and Talia burst out in laughter. Violet then took another look in the mirror and she felt fierce and sexy in this dress. She couldn’t wait to show this off to Damon. And fortunately for her, she didn’t have to wait too long because Damon and the boys came home moments later.

“You look beautiful,” was the first thing Damon said to her when he walked into the room.

“Oh,” Violet struggled to hide her cheeks from blushing. “Thank you,”

You do too.

Everyone looked tired as they just came back from a long meeting, but Damon looked drop-dead killer like always. His hair was styled perfectly on point and he was wearing a dark suit with a white buttoned-down shirt and the first two buttons were opened, revealing the tattoos on his chest.

“Come on,” he stretched his hand out to her when he found her gawking at him.

Violet took his hand and he led her out of the room, to the private elevator.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“The penthouse suite,” he said as the elevator dinged open. “I didn’t bring you all the way here so you can be a floor away from me,”

Stepping into the elevator, Damon kept his hand on her and the other hand pressed the penthouse button. Meanwhile, Violet had turned into a smiling mess. Her heart was doing the backflip and her knees were turning into jelly.

“Did you have a good day?” Damon asked, breaking the silence.

“I did. It was really fun going out with Talia,” she replied. “We got matching dresses and we ate gelatos, oh and the coffee–!”

“Wow, you’re really me making me jealous of Talia right now,” Damon stifled a laugh, catching her off guard.

Okay, when he says things like this, how can I not get the wrong idea?

The elevator dinged again and it opened to the penthouse suite. Damon led her out and Violet gasped at the sight before her. She had never seen a room this glamorous before. The room had tall ceilings, a huge chandelier, and walls made out of marble. And the best thing was this large window displaying Rome’s city lights in full HD.

“Wow,” she gasped.

“Aren’t you glad you came?” he beamed.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded her head in excitement.

Violet took a step closer to the window and admired the view. Damon stood behind her and he snaked his arms around her body, pulling her into a hug. Violet sighed as she rested her head on his broad chest. Her body molded into his and she felt a sense of unexplainable peace and calmness.

Sure, jumping on a plane to go to a foreign land with the mafia lord might not be the smartest decision, but Violet always felt safe and warm when she was in his arms.

“Hey, Damon,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?”

“What If I had said no?”

Damon looked at her with a confused look, waiting for her to continue.

“Last night when you asked me to go to Italy with you, what would you do if I said no?” she asked.

Damon paused for a beat before answering, “I would’ve taken you anyway,”

“You’d kídnap me?” she laughed.

“I’d do whatever it takes to get what I want, sweet girl,” he said as he tilted her chin up to him. “And I always get I want,”

With that cócky smirk playing on his face, he delved down and captured her lips with his. Violet smiled through the k**s and linked her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies closer together. The two of them were enjoying this tender k**s, but Violet suddenly remembered something and she pulled away abruptly.

“Wait, so you want me?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied.

“I think… it’s not always obvious what you want,”

Up until now, Damon never explicitly said anything about liking her or the nature of their relationship. Violet wanted to believe that he likes her, but that was such a difficult idea to comprehend.

I mean, is he even capable of such a thing?

Damon looked at her with a serious face and put his hands on her h**s. Then he pulled her body towards him and Violet felt the hardening bulge forming on his groin. She let out a gasp and quickly looked at up him.

“Do I have to be more forward than this?” he asked, a question full of innuendos.

Violet couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face. She tightened her grip around his neck and rubbed their bodies together. Damon let out a g***n as his body tensed and stiffened.

“Do you see it now?” he asked through gritted teeth. His member was hard as steel and it was killing him to keep it together.

Standing on her tippy toes, Violet nodded her head and captured his lips with a k**s, murmuring, “Yes, sir,”