The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 68

~ Damon -

"Alright, weekly meeting, let's hear it," Damon said as he clapped his hand in excitement, sitting at the head of the desk. Around him were Dylan, Liam, and Beau. They were holding their weekly meeting where everyone gave updates on what they were in charge of. On the circular table was a stack of files. They were reports on the ongoing family affairs.

"I'm sure you guys have heard about the campaign that's up and running," Damon started, pulling out one of the files. "Our numbers are looking good and almost 80% of the people surveyed have positive feedback on my bid. Everything's looking up on my end, so I'm just curious with what you guys have," Damon looked around the room. Dylan, Beau, and Liam exchanged a look.

“Come on, give me something good," Damon pressed again. Normally, the guys would be eager to give their updates to Damon. But this time, they looked rather hesitant.

"Well, I guess I can start," Dylan was the first one to speak up. He glanced at Liam for a beat before turning back to Damon. "Financially, our businesses are doing extremely well, especially our resort hotels and the coffee franchise. Profits are up by 75% this week," "Okay, that's good stuff," Damon nodded his head as he checked the report. After putting the report away, he glanced up and asked, "Beau?"

Beau cleared his throat and glanced at Liam. Then he turned back to Damon and handed him a file.

"According to our estimate, more than half of Benzino's men are either taken out or they've fled the country because they know they're in a losing war. He's got maybe fifty men left, at most,"

Damon checked the file and nodded his head in approval. There were photos of men in body bags and photocopies of plane ticket stubs. This was a great victory for Damon's army. Benzino's guys must be losing faith in their leader. They were scattering like rats. "Alright, that's even better news," Damon said as he put the file away. He then looked at Liam who had his head down the entire time. "Liam?"

Liam stirred in his seat before finally looking up at Damon.

"... Benzino and Celina's whereabouts are still undetermined," he said finally. Damon could hear the guilt in his voice. "I've put out spies and radars everywhere, but we have nothing,"

*BANG! *

Damon's fist connected with the table with a loud bang. Dylan flinched hard in his seat, but Beau and Liam remained calm.

"How can there be nothing?!" Damon pressed. "They're in our backyard for Christ's sake! How come no one's seen them?!"

"Even his men that we've captured don't know where he is, they must be hiding somewhere we don't have eyes in," Liam replied.

"Well, find them," Damon said threateningly. "You have one job, Liam,"

Liam swallowed hard. Damon was glaring daggers at Liam while Dylan and Beau could only watch.

"I'm not gonna stop trying, Damon. Just give me some more time," Liam said with his head down.

"We don't have time. My wife is giving birth in 5 weeks. We should be back in New Jersey from yesterday!"

Damon pushed the files angrily and stood up from the desk. He was frustrated and impatient. They'd been here for more than two weeks now and he promised Violet it wouldn't take this long.

"I'm sorry, Damon," Liam said as he stood up too. "I'm doing the best that I can. They're just... hiding really f*****g well,"

Damon grabbed his jacket from the chair and put it over his shoulder, walking away from the table.

"One more week, Liam," Damon said before he exited the room. "Give me good news,"

~ Violet -

Violet was pacing impatiently, walking circles in the bedroom. She knew Damon was in a meeting, and tonight was a big one. Damon told her yesterday that if things go well and Celina's location has been found, they can return to their home in a day or two. Violet was so excited about it, she got her luggage out on the floor and some of her clothes were already packed. She would finish packing, but she was waiting for Damon to give her the good news.

And suddenly, the door to the bedroom creaked open. Violet whipped her head back and saw Damon standing in the doorway. He gave out a smile before closing the door shut behind him.

"So?" Violet beamed and ran toward him. "What's the verdict? Is it time to go home yet?"

Damon let out a sigh and put a hand on her arm.

"Sweet girl, I think you should sit down,"

"Oh, no," Violet's smile fell into a frown. Her shoulders slumped down in defeat. "It's not happening, is it?"

Damon's face was apologetic. He shook his head and glanced at the floor.

"Liam is asking for one more week. We've got every one of our men on the case now and they're down to only 50 men. But still, they're being really slick,"

Violet rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, going home was too good to be true. It was disappointing, but she wasn't surprised. Violet stomped her feet toward the luggage and started unpacking her stuff.

"Hey, I'm really sorry," Damon said again, walking toward her.

"It's fine," she muttered, busily folding her clothes back into the closet. "So, one more week then?"

"Are you gonna be okay with that?"

Violet stepped out of the closet with the last of her clothes folded up. She stood in front of Damon and saw the sorry look in his eyes.

"Well, if you think that's the best thing for us and baby Zach, then sure. I'm okay with that," she shrugged.

Damon's lips curved into a smile. A sorry smile. He stepped forward, standing at an arm's length away, and he put his hands on her cheeks.

"I promise we'll bring you home," he said.

Violet smiled and shook her head. As much as she wanted to be home right now, she saw how hard Damon was trying to keep her safe and that was more important than anything.

"My home is not a place," she said, leaning her face into his hand. "It's you, Damon. Anywhere I'm with you, I'm home,"

Damon's lips curved into a bigger smile, causing her to smile too.

"C'mere," he said, giving his hand out to her.

Violet took his hand and he led her down gently on the bed. Hovering on top of her, he planted a short, sweet kiss on her lips, before biting on her lower lip. Violet let out a moan, and then he kissed her jaw, then her neck, and her collarbone. He kissed his way down, over her breasts, on her stomach, and there, on the front of her underwear. Violet's breath hitched at the contact. She could feel a knot twisting inside her, right there where he kissed her. "Damon...?"

"Try to relax," he said as if he could read her mind.

Slowly, he pushed her nightdress over her head and peeled off her underwear. Violet was left naked only for her bra. Her chest was pounding. Her mind was racing. Anticipation and adrenaline were rushing through her veins.

Damon then planted a kiss right on her opening. She let out an involuntary moan. He rubbed her clip with his tongue, circling around them and it was driving her insane.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he said as he started sucking at her core.

Violet trashed her head back and knitted her eyes shut. She couldn't see what Damon was doing because her stomach was covering it, but whatever it was, it felt divine. Her hands were clenching into the sheets so tight, she might tear them apart. Oh Lord, how did he do this...

For the longest time, his tongue was just circling around her entering, and then the unimaginable happened. He slipped his tongue inside of her! Was that his tongue or his finger? She wouldn't know. She couldn't look. But the feeling was so surreal-waves and waves of pleasure were hitting her. She couldn't stop herself from making loud moaning noises.

Sweet mother of pearl!

Something delved in and out of her for what seemed like an eternity. And it went deeper and deeper with every thrust. Damon was hitting her g-spot every time and she felt like she was going to explode... "Damon...!! Aaahh!!"

And then she did. Her whole body convulsed as she came unraveling on his face.

"Shit. You're so fuckin' sweet," she heard him say as he licked his lips all around. Slowly, he got up from his position and hovered his face back in front of her.

"I want you so bad, sweet girl," he said, tilting her chin up. "You have no f*****g clue,"

Violet and Damon were locked in a staring contest. She was trying to catch her breath while he was undressing himself. None of them broke eye contact. Violet's chest was heaving up and down while his bare chest was right on top of hers. Her fingers ran to trace the tattoos all over his body. Damon shivered at her touch, and she noted how every inch of his body was rock hard.

"If you want me... take me, then,"

Damon didn't need to be told twice. Suddenly and without warning, his hand went over her back, clasped the bra open, and he threw it off the bed. His hands then cupped her b****t firmly, kneading and twisting her hardened nipples. Violet was squirming underneath his touch. Damon started kissing her nipples one by one, biting and tugging at them, making them hard. Violet put her hand over his neck and gripped his shoulders tightly, not wanting him to stop.

Meanwhile, the baby in Violet's stomach was kicking and punching as hard as he ever could. Violet didn't know what was happening and had no control. Her body was moving like it had a mind of its own. Everything inside her felt like exploding. She just held onto Damon for dear life, and he held onto her back.

"Thank you for being the best wife I can ever ask for," he whispered, still hovering over her, his fingers caressing the side of her face.

Violet couldn't even muster a response. All she could do was stare at him with ragged breaths. She could feel his erection on the tip of her entering. Just lingering there. That part of her was throbbing in wants and needs. "Damon..."

"I just want you to know that. How crazy in love I am with you. And that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Damon said again, and with that, she felt a shot of pain mixed with pleasure coming from underneath. "Aahhh..." A hot moan escaped her lips involuntarily.

Damon's tip had entered her and he continued to ease himself in, slowly and gently. She threw her head back in anticipation and pleasure. She could feel her walls tightening up around him, taking in his size. "F**k," he groaned aloud.

Slowly, he pulled out and eased himself inside her again, deeper and deeper this time. Damon took her over and over again, and Violet's mind was going blank. Their bodies started moving in sync and harmony. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and hot moans. Violet could hear his heartbeat beating against her chest. Her nails dug into his skin as she groaned out in need.

"Damon!"

Damon's lips suddenly landed on her neck, kissing her sweet spot. His one hand was on her b****t, massaging and kneading her nipples. His other hand held onto her thigh, making sure he was positioned just right with every thrust. "Da...ddy..." the word escaped her lips in a moan.

Damon took that as a good sign as he started to pick up the pace with the thrusts. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and wilder. She found her hips arching to meet his thrusts, obeying his every move. It made him groan out her name and a string of curses. Violet was now lost in ecstasy. The sound of the thrusting filled the air. His cologne scent made her feel like she was drunk. Her whole body tightened at his touch. This was all just too much for her to bear. Within seconds, she was off. Her body shot up as waves of pleasure filled her head and everything around her stopped.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Violet lost all sense of time and space as her o****m took over. Damon kept moving, pushing her even further into the abyss. And after a couple more thrusts, Damon groaned aloud through gritted teeth. "F**k!" he hissed and he let himself come undone.

Spurts of hot liquids filled her walls and suddenly, her stomach stopped moving. It was as if baby Zach knew what was happening. Damon and Violet were panting, their bodies were still pressed against each other, and he was still inside of her. Slowly, their breathing began to calm down. Baby Zach was calming down too. All three of them were just floating in pure absolute bliss.

Holy mother of love.

This kind of feeling was something Violet never experienced before, not even in the playroom. This proved her theory that home really wasn't a place. It was Damon and her baby. With them, anywhere could feel like home.

As if Damon knew what she was thinking, he fell to her side and his hand slowly caressed her face. Violet opened her eyes to see him staring right at her. He watched her with a look she couldn't decipher, so she just lay there, staring back at him until she fell asleep. I'm home... Home sweet home.

When she opened her eyes next, Violet was wrapped up in Damon's arms. They were both naked, only covered by the thin white sheet on top of them. From the window outside, she could tell that it was still dark. Violet stirred in her spot as images from last night came flashing back to her.

Damon was still sleeping when he noticed her squirming underneath him. Violet glanced over to see the clock, it was 5:45 AM.

"Mmhmm. Go back to sleep," He mumbled out.

Violet looked up to see his face, and his eyes were closed. His jawline was sharp. His skin was glowing. He was so beautiful to look at, she could stare at him all day. Her hand involuntarily made its way to touch the side of his face and he shuddered at the touch. And that was when she noticed just how beautiful he was.

It's hard to believe that anyone could be this beautiful... and most of all, he's mine.

"Sleep," Damon commanded lazily as he pulled her in closer.

Violet found herself smiling as she snuggled deep into his chest. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and hoped she'd dream of him still.