~ Violet ~
When Violet opened her eyes next, all she could see were blurry images and colors. Her head was spinning and her body was too weak to move.
“…I don’t know what happened, she just blacked out!”
Although she couldn’t make out what she was seeing, she could hear people talking. That was Celina’s voice.
“Where the hell is the fúcking doctor?!”
That was Damon’s voice, unmistakably. He sounded wildly irritated and angry. Violet wanted to keep her eyes open, but they were too heavy. Her eyes fluttered shut and then there was darkness again.
Sweet girl, wake up. Please, wake up.
Violet didn’t know how long she was out for, but when she opened her eyes next, she saw that she was in her room and the window outside was dark. Slowly, her
~ Violet ~“Damon, I have to talk to you!”Violet raced down the stairs in her beautiful lily-white silk dress. The rehearsal dinner was starting and guests were filling up the estate. Damon was already dressed in his dark three-piece suit. He looked mighty handsome, as always, and he was walking down the steps, greeting the incoming guests.Wait, who are all these people?“Wow, you look amazing,” Damon gaped as he turned around and watched her glide down the stairs. He put a hand to his chest for added dramatic effect.“Thank you, but listen, I need to ask you something—““Sure, but hold that thought for one second,” Damon cut her off and pulled her hand, guiding her to the man and woman who were standing at the bottom of the staircase. “Violet, I’d like you
~ Violet ~“Dearly beloved and honored guests, we are gathered together here to join Damon Michael Van Zandt and Violet Rose Carvey in the union of marriage…”The officiant spoke proudly as the bride and groom stood before him. They were standing under a beautiful flower arch in the warm summer light. Violet looked absolutely beautiful in her white wedding dress. She looked up to see Damon’s dark, piercing eyes boring into hers. He also looked dashingly handsome, wearing his signature black three-piece suit.“…Will you, Damon Michael Van Zandt, take Violet Rose Carvey to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”Damon kept his eyes on her as he said, “I do,”Violet’s heart was fluttering in happin
~ Violet ~ “Violet?” Damon gaped, not expecting to see her there. “Damon…” she replied. She turned around to where Isabella was standing, but she wasn’t there anymore. She was gone. There was no one in the room except for her and Damon. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I just… came here to pray…” Violet was looking around in confusion. Then she narrowed her eyes at him and asked, “What are you doing here?” “Uh, same,” he shrugged. “Here to pray,” Damon… prays? Violet watched in suspicion as Damon stepped closer to the altar. He put the flowers he was carrying behind his back and stood before the cross. Bowing his head down, he closed his eyes as if to pray. “You know, they say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,”
~ Violet ~ “Good morning, beautiful!” Violet Carvey heard her mom’s chirpy voice as soon as she entered the kitchen. Her mom, Barbara, was standing over the cramped kitchen counter in their small apartment, fixing a nice tuna sandwich and putting it inside a brown bag. “Good morning, mom. What are you doing?” Violet replied. “I’m packing you lunch for school,” “Mom, I’m not in school anymore. I’ve graduated last month,” “Oh,” Barbara stopped whatever she was doing immediately. She didn’t remember that her beautiful daughter is already 18 and a high school graduate. “It’s fine, I’ll take it anyway,” Violet said sweetly. She felt bad about it and grabbed the brown paper bag, stuffing it inside her backpack. “Thanks, mom,” “You’re welcome,” Barbara smiled. “By the way
~ Damon ~ “Good morning, Mr. Van Zandt,” Damon looked up to see his consigliere greeting him at the door to his study. Consigliere is another word for advisor, most notably to a crime boss such as Damon himself. His consigliere’s name is Adrian Luciano. He was the nephew to the famed mob king Joe “Joseph” Luciano who was the head of the New Jersey underworld from the 1980s up to now when Damon took over. Adrian, being a Luciano himself, had more claim to the throne over Damon who was only an orphan when Joe Luciano took him in. But Adrian never wanted the throne. Adrian preferred a more peaceful lifestyle with his wife Talia. So when Damon was willing to take over the throne, Adrian was more than happy to help him. They grew up together and Adrian knew there was no one more fitting to be king than Damon Van Zandt. Damon was not born into the Luciano family, in fact, he never even
~ 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 ~“Officer, this is just a misunderstanding!”Violet had been repeating the same words over and over again as she was being questioned at the police station. When the police came to raid The Union, all they could find was empty whiskey bottles, a passed out Dylan, and Violet standing in the staff room. Even all the strippers were gone without a trace. Violet must admit, they were very well trained.“We got a tip that some gang members were meeting at the bar. Did you not see any of them?” the police officer asked her again.“No, for the last time, I told you, I was closing down the bar and my brother was passed out because he drank too much. We were all alone in there,” Violet said reassuringly. “If you don’t believe me, check the register. I’ve closed the books and I was getting ready to leave, and
~ 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 b