The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 49

~ Violet ~

“I couldn’t protect you before, but I promise I’m gonna do it now. I’ll make sure we get the justice we deserve,”

As she raced down the stairs of her apartment building, Dylan’s words were ringing in Violet’s ear. Sure, she too wanted justice as much as him, but they couldn’t retaliate against someone like Damon or Hugo without a plan.

“Dylan! Wait a second!” Violet yelled as she spotted Dylan in his car, he was starting the engine.

She reached the car just in time and banged loudly on the window. Dylan wanted to hit the gas and go, but Violet was holding onto the car. It would be too dangerous if he’d just go, he might hurt her. Letting out an angry sigh, Dylan took off the seatbelt and opened the car door.

“What?” he said as he stepped out.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” he said cryptically.

Violet glanced at the passenger seat and spotted a small black handgun. She gasped in shock and shot daggers at Dylan.

“You got a gun?” she gaped. “How? Why!?”

Dylan just shrugged like it was nothing. Violet’s heart was beating faster and faster in anxiety. Now she knew what he was going to do, he wanted to kill Damon.

“You’re not going to shoot a man, Dylan. No matter how much you hate the guy,” she told him.

“Why not?” he challenged back. “He’s been messing with our family for far too long,”

“He works with Hugo DeSantis, but he’s not Hugo,” she said.

“Sure, but he’s the next best thing,”

Dylan wasn’t backing out and Violet grew more desperate. He was about to turn around, but Violet quickly grabbed his arm.

“Dylan, no,” she said sternly. “I can’t let you do that,”

“Why are you still protecting him, Vi?” he g*****d in frustration. “Don’t tell me you’re that naïve!”

“I’m not protecting him, I’m protecting you!” she replied, her tone rising an octave.

“You don’t think I can take him?” he scoffed.

“He’s got an army of trained bodyguards around him. At least twenty of them,”

“I can be stealth, I’ll find a way,” he shrugged.

“Really?” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Fine, for argument’s sake, let’s just say you got through all of them and you shot him. And then what? Do you think they’ll let you go just like that?”

Dylan fell silent. He knew Violet had a point. Getting to Damon was one thing, but getting out was more impossible.

“I’ve lost dad, Dylan. I’m not losing you too,” she said again, her tone softened.

“So what, I just do nothing?” he said. “This man hurt my dad and my sister, and I just stay quiet about it?”

Violet could see the pain and anger in Dylan’s eyes. As a big brother, he felt powerless that he couldn’t do anything for his family. His own father took his life to keep their family safe. His own sister sold herself to pay off the family’s debt. Maybe now it was his turn to make some sacrifices?

“Dylan…” Violet sighed and reached for her brother’s face. “I know you wanna protect me, and I know you wanna do the right thing by dad, but this is not it…”

Dylan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was thinking hard about his next move. And finally, after some time, he opened his eyes and took Violet’s hand off his face.

“Fine, if I can’t kill the guy, I’ll do the next best thing,” he said.

“What?” Violet shot him a confused look, but Dylan didn’t respond.

Instead, he got back into the car and closed the door on her face. And before Violet could do anything about it, he hit the gas pedal and the car drove away, leaving Violet yelling after him.

“Dylan!” she g*****d in frustration. “Dylan!”

The car went away fast. There was no chance he was going to hear her and come back. Violet threw her gaze around and luckily for her, she spotted a cab on the other side of the road and quickly hailed the driver. The cab pulled up in front of her and she got inside.

“Follow that car!” she said to the driver, pointing to Dylan’s car. “And please step on it!”

The driver nodded and stepped on the gas. Violet was biting her nails as she anxiously looked out the window. After everything that happened, the last thing she needed was for Dylan to get in trouble with these people.

This will not end well. For everyone.

~ Violet ~

“I couldn’t protect you before, but I promise I’m gonna do it now. I’ll make sure we get the justice we deserve,”

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~ Damon ~

“Wow, you’re early?” Adrian commented when he saw Damon walking into the breakfast room at eight in the morning, all dressed and ready to go. “The meeting’s not until 12 though,”

“I’m not going,” Damon said simply. “You handle that,”

All eyes in the room turned and looked at Damon. All of his men, Adrian, and Talia especially. They were staring at him in confusion and shock.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Adrian asked.

“I got somewhere else to be,” Damon shrugged. “My consigliere can easily take care of the last meeting. It’s just a formality anyway, everything else is done,”

Damon shot a look at his bodyguards and all of them stood up. They didn’t know they were going to leave this early, but they were always prepared for anything.

“And where the hell is somewhere else?” Adrian pressed.

Damon only scoffed and glanced at Talia for a quick second. “Where do you think?” he said.

Talia’s lips twitched into a smile and Damon turned around. Adrian noticed it and narrowed his eyes at his wife.

“It’s your doing, isn’t it?” he guessed. “You do realize you’re making my job a lot harder, right?”

“Why I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Talia giggled and shrugged.

Not wasting any more time, Damon led his men out of the room and into their cars parked outside the hotel. Their private jet was ready and on stand by at the hangar. Damon’s steps were quick and eager. In just eight short hours, he’d be able to see her again and he won’t stop until he fixed the mess they were in.

As the cars were speeding down the highway en route to the airport, Damon checked his phone again to see if there was any update from Liam. He asked for an update every ten minutes or so, even if she was only doing nothing in her apartment. The next update should come any second now, and Damon was waiting impatiently.

* BUZZ! * BUZZ! * BUZZ! *

Just like clockwork, Damon’s phone vibrated in his hand. There was an incoming call from Liam, which was rather odd. Liam usually texted the updates, but he was calling this time, which meant he got something big.

“What’s happening, Liam?” Damon said as he picked up the call.

“Looks like she was fighting with her brother. It seemed kinda serious. He just left and she went after him in a cab,” Liam replied.

“Keep tailing her. Don’t take your eyes off her even for a second,” Damon ordered. “I’m on my way,”

“Already on it, boss,” Liam said and Damon could hear the car’s engine roaring in the background. Of course, Liam knew better than to let her wander the city alone. Damon let out a sigh of relief.

Turning off the call, Damon turned to the driver and barked, “Fúcking step on it!”

The driver nodded and floored the gas pedal. Damon’s fists and jaw were clenched as he looked out the window, counting down the hours and the minutes before he could see her again.

Wait for me, sweet girl. I’m coming for you.

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~ Violet ~

Dylan, where on earth are you going?!

Violet’s cab was closely following Dylan’s car as he sped down the street. She thought about where he might go and what he would do. Violet’s best guess was that he would go to the cops. Maybe he’d go and see Jesse, they seemed friendly the last time she saw them. Maybe then he’d volunteer as an informant, telling the cops everything about Damon’s illegal empire because if Damon falls, his partner might get dragged down with him.

Violet would love nothing more than to see Hugo DeSantis fall. But if that meant snitching on Damon and the family, Violet felt on edge. Despite everything, she still cared deeply for him, and she felt bad about the good people in the estate that would be collateral damage.

No. Dylan can’t go to the cops. I promised I wouldn’t do that.

Violet looked anxiously at the window and saw that Dylan’s car was getting further and further away. Meanwhile, the driver seemed a bit distracted by something. He kept looking at the rearview mirror instead of looking ahead to follow Dylan’s car.

“Sir, can you please step on it?” she asked the driver.

The man didn’t say anything, but he glanced back at her through the rearview mirror.

“That’s my brother and I need to stop him before he does something stupid,” she said again, hoping the desperation in her voice would move him.

Her tactics seemed to be working because the driver was stepping on the gas again. He was swiftly maneuvering the cab as it sped past a row of cars. Violet had to hold onto the car door because the cab was moving so fast. The cab driver then clicked the lock button and all the doors were locked shut. The cab was now getting close to Dylan’s car, reaching an intersection. But as Dylan’s car was turning left, the cab was turning right, heading towards a different road.

“Excuse me, why are we going to the Holland Tunnel?” Violet asked the driver.

“I know a shortcut,” the driver replied. He also had a thick New York accent, which was odd.

What shortcut is he talking about? And why is a New York guy driving cabs in New Jersey?

“I just need you to follow that car, and I’m sure my brother’s not going to New York City,” Violet said, narrowing her eyes at the driver.

The driver didn’t respond and drove the car straight into the Holland Tunnel, which was a vehicular tunnel under the Hudson River that connects Manhattan to Jersey City. Violet immediately sensed that something was wrong. She then tried to look for the driver’s ID card, but it didn’t exist anywhere inside the car.

But before she could do anything, the driver suddenly hit the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt. Everything was happening so fast, Violet’s body was being thrust upward until her head hit the glass window.

“Ouch!” she yelped.

More screeches and honks were heard as the cars behind them had to hit the emergency brake to avoid crashing into the cab. The driver then swiftly hit the gas pedal so that he wouldn’t get hit, but the car behind him was hit by the car before that, and so on and so forth.

* CRASH!!! *

A loud crashing sound was heard and Violet turned around to see the madness unfolding before her. A series of car crashes were inevitable as there was only one lane inside the tunnel. And all of this happened because the driver suddenly decided to hit the brakes.

What the hell is he doing?!

“Stop the car!” she yelled, her heart was racing and her head was panicking.

“We can’t stop here,” he replied, sounding cool and calm.

“Stop the car or I’m calling the police!” she threatened.

“Go ahead and try,” he laughed.

Violet took out her phone and found no service. She looked around and all she saw was the darkness of the tunnel walls. The car door was locked shut and there was a thick glass wall separating her from the driver, so she couldn’t anything at all.

Oh no.

“Help! Help!” Violet screamed as she banged on the windows. She tried pulling the window down, but everything was locked centrally. She haphazardly pulled on the door handle, hoping it would release her, but it didn’t even budge.

No! What’s happening…?

Violet could hear the driver laughing sinisterly as she couldn’t find a way to escape.

“Who are you!?” she demanded, banging on the glass window.

The driver didn’t answer her. Instead, he pushed a red button next to the steering wheel and suddenly white smoke appeared from the AC. The smoke was filling the backside of the cab and Violet held her breath for as long as she could.

“Help…!” she screamed and banged her hand on the window. “Help…”

The driver turned the volume up and loud Jazz music filled the air, drowning her screams. Violet tried her best to keep it together, but she couldn’t hold her breath for too long. And the moment she inhaled the smoke, she felt dizzy and her eyes fell shut. Her hand that was pressed on the window was sliding down as her energy drained out of her body. Within seconds, Violet was passed out cold in the back of that moving cab.

After a minute had passed, the driver turned down the music and turned his head back. Violet was no longer screaming or banging on the window. And as the smoke dissipated, the driver smiled as he was pleased with what he saw. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Boss, I got some good news,” he said into the phone. “I got the girl,”