Mafia and his bride

Promise

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The night passed peacefully, with Damon and Violet still asleep, completely unaware of their closeness or the fact that they had forgotten to lock the door the night before.

Early in the morning, Damon’s mother, Oliver, and his sister, Rose, decided to call them for breakfast. Noticing the unlocked door, they gently pushed it open, careful not to make any noise.

What they saw inside surprised them both. Damon, the cold and ruthless man they knew, was lying close to Violet, looking uncharacteristically peaceful and at ease.

The sight brought tears to Oliver’s eyes, and Rose couldn’t help but smile. They exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging that perhaps Violet was the one who could finally bring warmth to Damon’s heart.

Without disturbing them, Oliver and Rose softly closed the door, leaving Damon and Violet alone.

A little while later, Damon began to stir. As he slowly woke up, he realized just how close he was to Violet. His eyes drifted from her face to her slightly parted lips, feeling a sudden and unfamiliar desire to kiss her. But just as he leaned in a little closer, Violet’s eyes fluttered open, and they locked gazes.

For a few moments, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Then, out of nowhere, Violet’s phone rang, breaking the moment.

Flustered, she quickly sat up and answered it, trying to hide her embarrassment. It was her mother on the line, saying how much she missed Violet and inviting her to visit soon.

Violet, still a bit rattled from the earlier moment, told her mother that she would visit in a few days. Damon, who was now sitting up behind her, overheard the conversation.

When her mother asked if Damon would be coming along, Violet hesitated before replying, “He’ll probably be too busy that day.”

Hearing this, Damon felt a slight twinge of disappointment. Without a word, he got up and walked over to her.

Taking the phone from her hand, he said into the receiver, “I’ll be there with Violet, don’t worry, Mom.” His voice was surprisingly soft, almost caring.

Violet’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she heard Damon refer to her mother as "Mom." Her mother, overjoyed by his response, happily ended the call.

Turning to Violet, Damon stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. “Why didn’t you ask me before answering?” he asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

Violet, caught off guard by the closeness and the sudden shift in his demeanor, could only stare at him, her heart racing. Damon noticed her nervousness, and for a moment, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper as he leaned in just a little closer. Then, with a smile that held a mix of mystery and warmth, he turned and walked away, leaving Violet standing there, her mind swirling with the strange, new emotions he had stirred within her.

Violet dressed in a sleek black one-piece, matching Damon’s outfit to look like a couple. When she stepped out, Damon was stunned by her beauty. Her warm smile, lined eyes, and soft pink lips left him speechless.

She walked over and sat beside him, joining the conversation with Oliver and Rose. Damon couldn’t stop admiring her, his feelings quietly growing. Rose and Oliver noticed his gaze and exchanged a knowing smile, realizing Damon was falling for Violet.

After breakfast, Damon left for a meeting with Michael. Once he was gone, Oliver turned to Violet with tears in her eyes.

"Violet," she said softly.

Violet responded, "Yes, Mom?" Hearing the word "Mom" melted Oliver’s heart, and she suddenly hugged Violet. Though surprised, Violet happily hugged her back.

When they sat down again, Oliver said, "Damon made the right choice by choosing you, Violet."

The words made Violet blush. Oliver continued, "I've never seen my son this happy. He’s been so harsh because, just as he was learning about love, his father made him a mafia leader at eight. He’s never known love."

Violet listened, feeling sad for Damon. She realized how lonely his life had been. Then, Oliver looked at Violet and asked, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Violet, emotional, replied, "Yes, Mom, what is it?"

"Promise me you’ll stay with Damon forever and never let him feel alone," Oliver said.

Violet nodded, "I promise."

Oliver, filled with joy, gently placed her hand on Violet’s cheek. "Thank you, Violet," she said.

Violet smiled, showing she truly mean it

The day had been calm, with Violet spending most of it talking with Rose. As they chatted, Rose suddenly opened up.

“Violet, there’s someone I like.”

Curious, Violet leaned in. “Who is it?”

Rose hesitated, taking a deep breath before confessing, “He’s… our enemy.”

Violet blinked in shock. “Wait, what? Rose, what do you mean?”

Rose looked around nervously. “Please, Violet, keep it between us. No one knows.”

Violet nodded, still surprised. “Of course. But who is it?”

Blushing, Rose whispered, “Adrian Miracle.”

Violet listened carefully as Rose shared her story.

“Adrian and Damon used to be close friends. They even went to the same mafia school. Adrian was always around, talking and laughing with Damon… but everything changed when our families became rivals. Adrian stopped coming over, and Damon lost his only friend. After that, he became… harsher, colder.”

Violet felt a pang of sympathy for both of them. “Does he like you, Rose?”

Rose sighed, sadness in her voice. “I never had the chance to find out.”

Before Violet could respond, the door opened, and Damon walked in. Rose quickly left, leaving Violet alone with him. Damon glanced at her, then headed to his room.

Sensing something was wrong, Violet followed him. When she entered his room, she was shocked to find that Damon had shattered a mirror, and his hand was bleeding badly from the broken glass.

“Damon, what are you doing?” Violet’s voice was full of concern as she rushed to him.

“Leave me alone, Violet,” Damon muttered, his voice filled with anger and pain.

But Violet didn’t back down. She grabbed his arm, her eyes determined. “No, I won’t. Sit down,” she insisted, guiding him to the sofa.

Damon stared at her, his resistance fading as she left to get a first aid kit. When she returned, she gently cleaned and bandaged his hand, her touch careful and soothing.

“Does it hurt?” she asked softly.

Damon tried to downplay it. “It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Damon?” Her tone was firm, urging him to be honest.

He hesitated, then finally admitted, “Yeah, it hurts.”

Violet’s heart ached for him. She sat down beside him, looking into his eyes. “Why did you do this?”

Damon remained silent for a moment, struggling with his emotions. Then, his voice broke as he whispered, “They killed him, Violet.”

Violet’s breath caught in her throat. “Who did they kill, Damon?”

“My partner,” Damon said, his voice heavy with grief.…. they killed him.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Damon pulled Violet into an embrace, holding her tightly as he fought to keep himself together.

Violet hugged him back, her heart breaking for him. “I’m so sorry, Damon.

Damon held onto her as if she was his lifeline. For a long while, they stayed like that, finding comfort in each other’s presence.

When Damon finally let go, Violet looked at him with concern. “Have you eaten anything today?”

Damon shook his head. “No.”

Without a word, Violet went to the kitchen and returned with a plate of food. She offered it to Damon, but he hesitated, clearly still upset. Noticing he was struggling with his injured hand, Violet took the plate and began feeding him herself.

As she fed him, Damon watched her with soft, grateful eyes. He was used to being strong, handling everything on his own, but in this moment, he let himself be cared for.

After he finished eating, Violet started to arrange the sofa to sleep on it. “I’ll stay here tonight,” she said, not wanting to impose.

But as she turned to settle down, Damon reached out and gently took her hand. “Please… stay with me, Violet.”

His voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. The sincerity in his request touched Violet deeply, and she nodded. She climbed into bed beside him, offering her presence as a comfort.

As they lay there, Damon couldn’t sleep. The day’s events replayed in his mind, keeping him restless. Noticing this, Violet moved closer, closing the distance between them. She took his hand and whispered, “It’s okay, Damon. I’m here.”

Damon turned to look at her, his grip on her hand tightening. “I regret it, Violet. I regret everything… being a mafia... losing who I was.”

Violet’s heart broke for him. She gently cupped his face, her touch soothing. “You didn’t choose this life, Damon. The world forced it on you.

Her words offered him a comfort he hadn’t felt in years. Damon leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. In the quiet of the night, they found solace in each other’s presence.

“I’m so tired, Violet… tired of all of it.”

“I know,” she whispered, pulling him into another hug. “Rest now. I’ll keep you safe.”

Wrapped in each other’s arms, they finally found peace. The connection between them grew stronger, built on trust, understanding, and the promise of a future where they would face whatever came together.