Chapter 9 Purple Eyes

• ~ Damon ~
• “I’ll be sure to return the favor,” Damon said moments before he left the scene. He could hear the police sirens in the background, but he still took time to talk to the girl.
• “Don’t worry about it, just go,” she said. She looked even more worried than him.
• “Oh, no. Damon Van Zandt never forgets,” he said finally.
• Damon took one look at the girl before he disappeared into the night. Her eyes were the most captivating things he’d ever seen. They were blue with hints of violet in it. He had never seen such mysterious, glorious eyes.
• When Damon told her that he wouldn’t forget, he was talking about being indebted to her because she’d helped them escape. That very night, as soon as the Van Zandt clan made their way back to the estate, Damon set out two orders of business. The first one was to figure out the mole who ratted them out to the cops. The second order of business was to find out this girl’s identity and Damon sent her a little gift in return. It didn’t take long for his men to finish these two jobs. The next morning, not even a full eight hours later, both these jobs were already done.
• “Boss,” Liam greeted Damon in his office. Damon was drinking his morning coffee with Adrian and they were going through the news. There wasn’t anything about the police raiding the Union, which meant their tracks were covered quite well.
• “You found the rat?” Damon asked without lifting his eyes from the papers.
• “Yes, sir,”
• “What’d you do to him?”
• “He’s gone, sir,” Liam nodded reassuringly. “We’ve cleaned him up. Without a trace,”
• “Good,” Damon said simply.
• “Who was he working for?” Adrian asked.
• “Just a small-time crook from Jersey City looking to cash in,” Liam replied. “He’s not linked to any other families,”
• “You sure about that?” Damon asked.
• “Yes, we’ve checked. Very thoroughly,”
• “And I thought you did that before we started the meeting?” Damon shot a look at Liam and he gulped instinctively.
• “I’m very sorry, boss. That will never happen again. I’ll double up the security,” Liam said.
• “Damn right something like that can never happen again,” Adrian scoffed. “If not for that waitress, we almost got busted by the cops. You know how embarrassing that would’ve been?”
• “Yes, I completely understand,” Liam could only put his head down, knowing full well he’d done messed up.
• “This is fúcking amateur shit,” Damon muttered. “I’m starting to wonder if you can even do your job, Liam,”
• “This will never happen again, I promise you, boss,” Liam’s eyes shot back up instantly. “On my life, I promise,”
• Damon only needed one look into Liam’s eyes and he knew Liam wasn’t kidding. He’d die before letting anything like this happen again.
• “Alright, you may go,” Damon said.
• Liam nodded his head and turned around. But before he could reach the door, Damon called out again.
• “Did you do the second thing I asked you to do?”
• Liam quickly turned back around. “Yes. We’ve sent her the money, flowers, and the message. Just like you asked, boss,”
• “Good,” Damon said. “Go on then,”
• Liam exited the room and Damon was left with his trusted consigliere. Damon went back to reading the papers, but he could feel Adrian’s gaze piercing into his space.
• “You got her flowers?” Adrian asked. “Never would’ve taken you for a romantic,”
• “She saved our asses, I thought I’d be a little decent,” Damon let out a laugh and closed the newspaper.
• “Decent, huh?” Adrian scoffed mockingly. “Yeah, that’s you,”
• Damon wasn’t even offended by that jab. Judging from the way he was treating the girls around him, he was never known as the ‘decent’ type. Heck, he never even called these girls by their names. He just assigned numbers to them, and he’d changed girls like he changed his ties.
• “I got some time before my next meeting. Send my number one and number two in, will you?” Damon said to Adrian, exactly proving his point.
• “It’s not even the afternoon yet, and you already have an appetite,” Adrian joked as he headed for the door. Damon only gave him a bored stare. “They’ll be right in here, boss,”
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• Damon’s week and his business continued to thrive without a hitch. The little incident in The Union didn’t even make it to the papers, so their reputation was still gold. Damon went on with his days like he normally would, he’d take care of business, he’d plan for expansion, and he’d enjoy leisure time with his carefully selected group of female companions.
• But ever since that incident, Damon found it difficult to go on with his life like normal. The days were fine, but the nights were strange. He found himself dreaming about her and her eyes, and he’d wake up feeling restless and agitated. The dreams always started out the same. He was walking down the long hallway and Violet was walking in his direction. He felt the urge to talk to her, so he put his hand up and blocked her way.
• “So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
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