The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 9

~ Violet ~

“There, I’ve signed it. Now what?” Violet asked, pushing the document back to Damon.

“You can keep that if you want. Frame it or something?” he let out a low chuckle, but Violet wasn’t amused. She knew full well the gravity of the situation.

“So, do we just… get it over with?” she asked cautiously, not sure of the right words to use.

“Get it over with?” he scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. “Why are you treating this like it’s something you won’t enjoy?”

Violet fell silent. She never figured enjoyment was part of the deal. She only looked at it as a business deal because it was. Meanwhile, Damon kept his gaze on her for the longest and it was making her feel uncomfortable.

“I tell you what, we can just take it easy tonight,” Damon said suddenly and he got up to his feet.

Take it easy?

“Tell me, how far have you ever gotten with a man before?” Damon crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, looking down straight at Violet.

“Um…” Violet mumbled and looked down.

“Did a man ever touch you anywhere?” Damon clarified his question.

Violet struggled to keep her cheeks from blushing and she shook her head.

“K**s you?”

She shook her head again.

“Holy s**t,” he cursed. “Did you ever do anything with a guy before?”

Violet thought hard for a moment.

“Well, I… held hands with this boy in the third grade…”

Damon almost broke out in laughter. That only made Violet even more self-conscious than she already was.

“You’re funny,” he said.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” she replied rather curtly.

Violet was already hitting rock bottom, she was selling her body to a guy for money. She didn’t think things could get any worse, and yet she had to endure this humiliation.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Damon asked after a while of silence.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, have you ever m*********d?”

Violet shook her head again.

“N-no,”

“Why not?”

“I just… never did,”

Damon let out a sigh. He was looking at Violet like it was hard to believe the things that came out of her mouth. Sure, he knew she was a virgin, but he didn’t think she’d be this inexperienced. A girl like her in a world like this, how was that possible?

“Have you ever watched porn? Do you even know what s*x looks like?” he asked.

“I don’t believe porn is representative of what actual s*x is like,” Violet answered. It sounded like something a Catholic grandmother would say. Damon was trying to hold back his laughter.

“Oh, really? And what do you know about actual s*x?” he asked, cócking his head to the side.

“It’s a reproductive act. They’ve taught us that in school,” she replied.

A smile escaped Damon’s lips. He was smiling and staring at her like she was a sight to marvel at. Violet just stared at him in confusion.

“Well, this is gonna be very interesting,” he said finally.

Violet swallowed hard. She didn’t know what that means, but somehow it made her shiver. Damon let out a low chuckle and got back up to his feet. He returned to his chair and stored the document safely in his drawer.

“It’s already late. You should go to sleep. Elena can show you to a guest room. We’ll pick this up tomorrow night,” he said.

“Wait, what?” Violet gaped. “I-I can’t stay here,”

“Why not?”

“My mom and brother are waiting for me, and I have work tomorrow morning—“

“You’re getting a million dollars once this is over. Surely you can miss one day of work,” he argued.

Violet wanted to protest some more, but she didn’t know what to say. And honestly, a part of her was glad that she didn’t have to do this right now. It had been an exhausting day and she’d kill for some shower and rest.

I guess staying here for a night won’t hurt… I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway…

Violet then nodded her head and got up to her feet. Damon pulled out another stack of documents and continued working. She had turned around and she was almost at the door, but she stopped her tracks. There was a question gnawing in her head and she knew she just had to ask.

“Hey, Damon,” she said slowly, turning her face back to the man.

“Yes?” he replied, not taking his eyes off the desk.

“I know a million dollars is not the usual price for a girl like me,” Violet paused for a beat before continuing, “Why are you paying us so much for this?”

“A girl like you?” Damon said as his eyes shot up at her.

“Yeah… a virgin,” she stammered.

Damon narrowed his eyes again and another smile curved up his lips.

“Trust me, sweet girl, I know value when I see one. And I call it like it is. I think you’ll be worth every penny,”

Violet gasped at the words. She never expected this kind of answer, and it was making her blush again. Violet rolled her eyes at herself internally and quickly turned around, she didn’t want Damon to know how his words were affecting her. She reached for the door handle and she was about to walk out, but Damon called out to her again.

“Good night, Violet,”

Even his voice was enough to send shivers up and down her spine. Violet didn’t dare turn around or say anything else. She simply closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. She was safe, at least for one more day.

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“Good morning, Miss Violet,”

Violet opened her eyes to see Elena standing over the bed. The sunlight was streaming through the window and Violet couldn’t believe the night had already passed. It felt like it was only a few minutes ago that Elena led her to the guestroom and Violet fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed. She was so tired that she didn’t even realize eight hours had passed.

“Elena?” she croaked.

“I’ve brought you your breakfast and here are some change of clothes,” Elena gestured to the table by the window. There was a tray of food and several shopping bags.

“Um, thank you,” Violet replied. She didn’t know getting this kind of treatment was part of the deal, but it was a good thing, she wasn’t complaining.

Violet rolled off the bed and reached for her phone. She had texted Dylan updates on her situation and Dylan was updating her on the situation with their mom. It seemed like everything was going along just fine. If everything worked out according to her calculation, Violet would leave the estate tonight and her mom could be discharged in a few days. Their family would be a million dollars richer and everyone would live happily ever after.

Or so she thought.

“The maids are also preparing your bath,” Elena said, pulling Violet out of her daydreaming.

“Oh, I don’t need them to do that. I’ll just take a quick shower,” Violet replied.

“It’s an order from Mr. Van Zandt. He says you’ll be requiring some special treatment,” Elena explained.

Special treatment?

“Oh, and Dr. Lee will be in shortly, let me know when you’re ready,” she said as she headed for the door.

“Dr. Lee?” Violet asked.

“The house doctor. She’ll take care of you,”

Take care of me?

Violet didn’t know what any of these things mean, but just a short hour later, everything was clear to her. The maids drew her a bath and they came prepared with all sorts of razors, scissors, wax, and hair clippers. They didn’t even have to say a word and Violet knew what was going to happen. Sure enough, they waxed and trimmed the hairs in her body clean. Especially her lady parts, an area that was previously untouched.

Violet felt strange after the shave. She had never seen that area of herself without hair before and it was such an interesting sight. She also liked the way it felt, she couldn’t stop touching her soft skin.

But before she could get too comfortable, she heard another knock on the door and an older lady wearing a doctor’s coat appeared at her door. She was Dr. Lee, the house doctor, and she came by to do a quick check up and to give Violet a birth control shot.

“You said you started your period a week ago, this means the birth control should start working immediately,” Dr. Lee explained.

“Okay, thank you,” Violet said.

“Don’t forget to mark your calendar. You should get another shot every 12 weeks,” the doctor said as she gathered her things.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Violet laughed. She had no plans on having s*x again after this one. At least not until she found the right guy and get married and all that stuff.

Dr. Lee only smiled and turned to the door. Violet was left alone in the room and she let out a sigh, staring at her arm that just got the shot. This whole thing was definitely not how Violet imagined her first time would be like. She grew up in the church and she always thought she’d have her first time with her husband. She was well on her way to do just that, if only she never crossed paths with Damon Van Zandt.

Speaking of, Violet sneaked out of her room in the afternoon to look for Damon, but Elena informed her that Damon was out at work. She was told to wait until he gets back later tonight. Elena didn’t say what time he was coming back, so Violet spent the day entertaining herself. Luckily for her, the estate had a huge garden that she could stroll around in, and it also had a massive library with all kinds of books. Violet ended up spending her day reading through the stories of Don Quixote. And before she knew it, the sun had set and the nighttime came.

By 7 PM sharp, Elena came to her room to deliver her dinner and a message. Damon was on his way home and he’d like to see Violet in his office in an hour. Violet was nervous as soon as she got the message. She knew the time was coming. In just a short hour later, she would have to give up her virginity to this strange and mysterious man.

Violet told herself not to overthink things. This was only a business deal and it would be over by the end of the day. Tomorrow she could leave this place and everything would only remain as a memory.

Violet looked through the shopping bags that Elena brought over and picked out a simple lavender dress to wear. After wearing the dress and brushing her hair, Violet kept looking at the clock to check the time. She was getting more and more anxious with each minute that passed. And once the clock turned 8, she almost couldn’t breathe.

Violet took a deep breath before she exited her room. With shaky legs, she made her way over to the second floor and to Damon’s office. Once she got to his door, Violet stopped for a moment to calm herself down. She was suddenly feeling scared, thinking if it was going to hurt and how long it was going to last. She heard stories from people and she saw videos where people said that the first time would hurt.

Violet started to panic, but she knew it was far too late to back out now. She started pacing nervously back and forth for a couple of minutes, and finally, she made up her mind that this must be done. The sooner she finishes it the better, and then she could move on with her life. Violet let out a deep breath, gathered her strength, and knocked on the door.

“Yes?” the voice inside the room said.

Violet pushed the door open slowly and peered inside.

“Hi… Um, you wanted to see me?”

Damon looked up from his desk to see Violet at the door. “I do, come in,” he smiled.

Violet stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Damon’s eyes followed her every move, and they traced her body from her legs up to her face.

“So…” Violet started to speak, but Damon cut her off.

“I see the clothes fit you well,” he said.

“Yes, thank you for them,”

“Did you have a good day?”

“Uh, sure,”

“Did they take good care of you?”

“They did,”

“Good,”

There was now silence in the air and Violet didn’t know what to do. She was standing awkwardly in the middle of Damon’s office, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Damon let out a smirk and got up to his feet. Without saying a word, he took off his black suit jacket in one swift move. He threw the suit jacket on the chair and stood in front of the desk. Violet swallowed hard as he began to roll up his sleeves, revealing a sleeve of tattoos and cut marks all over his skin.

“Come over here,” he stretched out his hand.

Violet was scared to take his hand, but she knew she had no other choice. She took his hand and he pulled her closer. She was now standing at an arm’s length away from him.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

Violet swallowed hard. She knew this was it. This was the end for her. The time had come for the devil to claim his prize.

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