unspoken promises

SALVATORE

"bastard," I curse beneath my breath

This fool invited me to his office and still delayed me. I am tempted to put a bullet in his head for delaying me.

Every minute of mine he has wasted will determine the number of bullets that would sink into his dirty flesh.

In my hurry, I hit something soft and warm.

My hard body hit her, and on instinct, my hands found its way on her waist, I steadied her. We both jolted at the feel of my hands, and heat spasms through my body, I am sure she felt it too.

I looked down to see who she was.

The someone looked at me with the brightest doe eyes I have ever seen, her lush curls packed in a bun, I cast my gaze lower, she is dressed in a black gown that accentuates the delicate curves she has.

I was mesmerised in her beauty, forgetting the time Damon had wasted.

"I am sorry," she whispered in a soft voice

"I, I wasn't looking at where I was going to," she fumbled with her words.

No, it is fine, It was my fault, I told her.

"Are you hurt in any way? I asked her.

Something caught my attention on her body, scars.

A loud throat clearing distracts me.

I turn around to see Damon, my face hardened, the reminder of his lateness and rude interruption got me angry.

I see you have met my wife, Violet. He said to me.

Damon crosses the distance to wrap his hands around the woman who now has a name.

Darling, what are you doing down here? He said to her, forcing a smile that doesn't quite meet the eyes to his face.

Ooh, I came downstairs, I was hungry, she said to him in a gentle voice, too gentle, one could almost unhear the small cracks in her voice.

His hold on her arm tightens, her brown skin turning red.

She winces slightly but forces a smile to her face and tells him she guesses I am the important investor he needs to meet.

She turns to me to shake my hand, I take her hand and place a kiss on her hand. She smells of cocoa and vanilla.

Violet, my name is Salvatore Rossi, and yes, the important investor, right Damon?

I see him visibly tense, a smile curled on my lips.

Violet, I think you have things to do. He tells her coldly.

She trembled at the sound of his voice.

I see the woman who i now know as Violet runs up the stairs.

He doesn't hit his wife. Does he? I wonder to myself.

something is fishy somewhere. The media paints his marriage as picture-perfect.

Damon led me to his office. i sit on the chair immediately.

Damon, I spit out coldly. You wasted 15 minutes of my time, you stole my goods, and it caused a major loss for me.

He quickly denies it, saying he didn't take it.

I slammed my hand on his table, my voice vibrating in the whole room as I said not to test me.

we could do this the hard way or the easy way, I said to him.

for the last time, where are my goods?

he fell to his knees, apologising.

"I swear I didn't know it was your shipment. If I had known, I wouldn't have tampered with it. He said

I kick him with my feet and spat on him.

you are a disgrace, the heir of the Las Vegas most powerful family on his knees begging to be spared, I said to him.

Where is all your power? I asked him.

Damon, for the last time, where are my goods? I ask.

you wrecked my shipment, stole from me, lied to me, and killed my men, "I said to him.

"Please forgive me," he said to me as he clasps his hands together to beg.

Forgiveness?

Do you want forgiveness?

he shakes his head eagerly.

There is no forgiveness in our world, I said to him.

I saw the colour drain from his face.

"Salvatore, please, I will do anything. What are your proposals? Let's negotiate, he said to me.

A negotiation? I hum to test him. I am open to a negotiation, I tell him.

he stands up, expressing his gratitude.

sit down, I ordered him.

I want double the goods you stole in two weeks, fifty billion. Is that clear? I asked him.

"There is now way i can arrange that in two weeks. Please give me a month, he said.

You wanted a negotiation, I offered my proposal, I say teasingly.

And no, my goods in two weeks or I will make your empire crumble before you, your darling wife, taking by me, I add teasingly.

"You wouldn't dare." He snarls in anger.

I see i struck a nerve, Damon.

My goods and money in two weeks or your wife, I say to him, my generosity gets to a point.

You have two weeks to decide your faith, I tell him.

I must say your wife will surely look better as mine, I told him.

I walk out of his office, leaving him shattered.

what the hell did i just do, I asked myself. one thing is for sure, I found a weakness, his wife, Violet.

oh sweet, sweet Violet, you have no idea what your husband has gotten himself into, I tsked before walking out the Fletcher's building.