Chapter 5 Sparks Fly

• ~ Violet ~
• Violet grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey she could find, the 30 year old Macallan, and the retail price was about $1,600. She brought the bottle over to their table and put it down right in the middle. She thought they would be impressed once they saw the bottle, that was most people’s reaction, but the guys just looked at her with a bored stare.
• “Yeah, we’re gonna need more than one bottle, sweetheart,” the guy sitting next to Damon snickered.
• “C—coming right up,” Violet said and turned to her heels.
• She didn’t know why she was stammering. She had been serving drinks for customers her entire life, she didn’t need to stutter like that. Violet thought maybe the nervousness was because a mafia king was staring at her like a hawk. She didn’t know what she did wrong, but Damon Van Zandt had been glaring at her ever since he walked in here.
• Violet was busy pulling out more bottles of The Macallan from the bar when she heard another guy spoke to Dylan, “So, I heard you got some pretty girls around here?”
• “Yeah, where are the girls at?” another guy laughed.
• “You want them right now?” Dylan asked.
• “Why not right now?”
• “Well, alright,” Dylan got up to his feet and strode to his office.
• Violet rolled her eyes to herself because she knew what was coming next. This wasn’t the first time Dylan hosted a ‘private’ party for special guests. Danny, the bar owner, was never fond of these things so Dylan would have to do it under the table. This was a risky business, but Dylan was always handsomely paid, so the risk was worth it.
• “Why, hello, boys,”
• A group of female strippers emerged from Dylan’s office. They were all dressed in revealing lace clothing. Or actually, let’s just call it what it was, they were dressed in their underwear.
• The guys cheered and smiled as the group of girls joined them. Dylan went all out with this one. He handpicked only the best and prettiest girls for this event. Violet brought five more bottles of The Macallan and put them on the table. She had to maneuver through the group of dancing girls to get there, but she made it just fine.
• Once she put down the drinks, Violet waited for a moment to see if they’d ask for anything else, but the guys were too busy getting lap dances from the girls. Shrugging to herself, Violet went back to the bar to close the register. Every now and then, she’d look up from the register and watch Dylan hand out packets of white powder to the guys. She shook her head to herself and continued counting the register. Then she took a moment to look up again and this time her eyes met Damon’s.
• Damon’s eyes were dark and mysterious. Violet couldn’t read what he was thinking. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time, but Damon looked almost bored.
• “I told you to get outta here, Vi,” Dylan’s voice broke through her thoughts. Violet whipped her head around to see Dylan leaning by the bar.
• “I gotta close the register first, you dummy,” she replied.
• “I can do that,” he hissed.
• “Like you did the last time you had a private party?”
• Every time Dylan hosted a private party, he always ended up blacking out. He’d forget to close down the register and he’d get in trouble with Danny the next day. Violet was only looking out for him.
• “Good point,” Dylan sighed. “But you get your ass outta here as soon as you’re done,” he pointed a warning finger at her. Dylan knew how rowdy these parties could get and they were dealing with the mafia this time. He didn’t like his little sister being around these people.
• “Don’t worry, I have no intention of staying a second longer,” Violet replied and continued crunching the numbers.
• “Yo, Dylan!” another one of the guys yelled.
• “Yes? What can I do for you, boys?” Dylan returned to the table with a fake smile on his face.
• “Our guests are arriving, we’ll need more bottles,”
• “Alright, man. I got you,” Dylan nodded.
• As if on cue, the front door opened and a group of older-looking guys walked in. They were also dressed sharply in black suits. If she didn’t know any better, Violet would think that they just walked into a funeral.
• The group of guys met each other and Damon got up to shake hands with one of the older guys. Meanwhile, on the other edge of the table, Violet saw one of the stripper girls was giving one of the guys a blowjob.
• What a sight to see.
• Violet blushed to herself as she was taken aback. She wasn’t even the type that watches porn, and one was happening right before her eyes. She almost lost her count too, but luckily the calculator showed her the right numbers.
• After she finished closing down the register, Violet took one last look at Dylan. The guys were sharing their white powders with him and he was now high out of his mind. Violet let out a sigh and turned away. This was another sight she didn’t want to see.
• In between the rowdy guys and the dancing girls, Violet managed to slip out quietly out of the room. She grabbed her things from the staff room before heading outside to the parking lot. But before she could make it to the backdoor, she turned a corner and found someone was standing in front of her. The walls were cramped and the tall man was completely blocking her way.
• “Excuse me,” she said in annoyance, but the man didn’t budge.
• “Leaving so soon?” he said in a low husky voice. The man lifted his face and Violet could see who he was. It was Damon. His dark brown eyes pierced into hers and Violet found herself swallowing hard.
• “Are we boring you?” he said again. His one hand was holding the wall in front of him while he was leaning back. Violet had no way of escaping.
• “N-no, my shift’s ended,” she stammered.
• Damon’s lips curved up a smile. Then he cócked his head to the side and watched her like she was a sight to marvel at.
• “What’s your name?” he said.
• “Violet,”
• “Nice to meet you, Violet,”
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