The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 74

~ Violet -

Out of all the horrible, difficult things she ever had to experience in her life, this was probably the worst. Violet was forced to sit there and watch the love of her life make love to some other woman. *SMACK!* SMACK! * SMACK! *

The sound of Damon's hand slapping Celina's a*s echoed through the speakers. Violet flinched with every sound. Maybe what he was doing wouldn't be considered making love, but this was Damon. This was what he did. The same thing that he did to Violet, he was now doing to Celina.

So what does that mean?

"...Please... stop..." Violet said breathlessly through her tears.

Celina was enjoying this reaction coming from Violet. Instead of stopping the video, she increased the volume. Violet was now hearing the sound of Celina's moans and Damon's heavy grunts. Violet couldn't take it anymore. She scrunched her eyes shut, but she couldn't escape the sounds filling her ears.

"Yes, Damon, yes! Harder!" Celina's voice echoed in her ears. She could almost taste the vomit in her mouth.

"...Please, stop it...!" Violet begged.

Celina let out a maniacal laugh as she watched Violet's reaction. Tears were streaming down Violet's reddened cheeks. Her fists were curled and her entire body went tense.

Violet felt her body heating up. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. And suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her back started aching and she felt a lot of pressure on her lower abdomen. "Ugh...!" she groaned in pain.

Celina mistook her physical pain for an emotional one. She just rolled her eyes and finally took the phone away. The video was finished, and Celina was satisfied.

"What a stupid girl," she said as she shook her head. "Are you that naive? Do you really think that Damon's heart only belongs to you?"

Violet couldn't respond in words. She could only groan in pain. The pain was getting more and more unbearable. Violet couldn't even open her eyes.

"Just face it. He's mine too, and I'm gonna get him back," Celina said threateningly. "One way or another,"

Violet was still groaning and writhing in pain. Celina let out a victorious smile as she turned to her heels.

"...Wa...it..." Violet begged through ragged breaths, but Celina just kept walking. She closed the door behind her with a loud bang.

Violet felt like the insides of her stomach had been twisted all over. For a moment it felt like the pain suddenly went away, but within seconds, it came back again. Even harder this time.

"Please... help me..." Violet cried in tears, but there was no one who could listen. No one to help her. She was all alone. Chained up in the last place she thought she'd be.

~ Damon -

* SMACK!*

The sound of Damon's punch pierced through the air. His fist connected with Benzino's face so hard that his nose was cracked and he started bleeding.

"What kind of game are you playing here, Mark!?" Damon demanded angrily. "Where the hell is Celina!?"

Mark Benzino could only stare at Damon with an empty look. There were bruises and scars all over his face. He was tied up to a chair and all his men were tied up on the floor behind him. Meanwhile, Damon and his men stood tall. Damon's army kept their guns and weapons at the ready while their boss was interrogating Mark.

"She left," Mark said finally. Blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Where?!"

"I don't know! All she said was she was going shopping. She took two of my men with her and she never came back!"

Damon narrowed his eyes sharply at Mark. He could tell Mark was frustrated. He was angry and hurt. He was telling the truth.

"When was this?" Damon's tone dropped an octave lower.

"Two days ago,"

"And you haven't heard from her since?"

"Yes,"

Damon let out a scoff. From anyone's perspective, this sounded absurd. Why would Celina beg for help from Mark Benzino, only to leave him hanging high and dry? What kind of operation is this?

"What were you guys planning to do in America?" Damon asked. "What does she want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Benzino chuckled bitterly. "She wants you,"

"What?"

"She'll tell everyone she wants revenge because you killed her dad. But in reality, we all know she came to America because she's obsessed with you. Even I knew that,"

Damon was taken aback. He thought Benzino would tell him of her plans to end him, kill him, or something like that. But he wasn't expecting this at all.

"I love her, you know? I really do. I've been in love with her ever since I first saw her all those years ago," Benzino paused for a beat as if to remember something. "You were there too. You remember that night? Hugo DeSantis was throwing you a party to welcome you into the family. That was when you first took over after Joe Luciano,"

Damon knew exactly what Mark was talking about. Eight years ago, Damon took over the Luciano family with Adrian as his consigliere. Hugo DeSantis was one of the first families to welcome him. They were invited to Hugo's estate in Italy. That night marked the beginning of their friendship. Hugo even anointed himself as Damon's godfather.

"I was fourteen years old then. My father was invited to this big party at Hugo DeSantis's estate. He was welcoming friends from America. My dad didn't care about that, but he had to come out of respect for Hugo. He respected Hugo, but he never liked him. Hugo was standing in our way to becoming the strongest family in Sicily. So when my dad found out about my little crush on Celina, he told me I was gonna die if I pursue this. This girl will be the end of me. Now I suppose he's right,"

Mark Benzino had tears in his eyes as he spoke. He was still a young kid, couldn't be more than twenty three years old. It was such a shame that this was the path he took. He knew she was trouble and he still went for it.

"I know it's crazy, but I can't say no to her. I'll go down whatever rabbit hole she takes me to," Benzino smiled bitterly. Then he looked up at Damon and said, "She's clearly in love with some other man, but I'm willingly giving up my life for her. How twisted is that?" Damon fell silent for a moment. He felt Benzino's pain, but this wasn't about him. This was about how dangerous Celina could be and how she must be stopped.

"I have nothing against you and your family, but you went against my family, Mark," Damon said as he drew up his gun. "And I can't leave that be,"

Mark Benzino looked at the barrel of the gun. He was clearly terrified. His lips were quivering, but he held his ground.

"I understand," he said. "Do what you gotta do,"

Damon clicked the safety off the gun, aiming the mouth to his head.

"Any last words?"

Benzino paused for a beat.

"When you see her... because you will see her, she's gonna find you somehow... just tell her I love her. I'll see her on the other side,"

Mark Benzino said those words with the utmost confidence. Damon locked his eyes with him and nodded. And with that, he pulled the trigger and landed three shots. One to his head, and two in his heart. *BANG!* BANG!* BANG! *

- Violet - "Ahhhh!"

Violet was crying out in pain. The contractions were now happening in shorter time spans. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. Her hands were pulling on the chains so hard, her wrists were bruised and blue. "What the hell is going on here?! Why are you crying so damn much!?"

Celina burst in through the door angrily. It was late at night and she couldn't sleep because of Violet's constant cries and wails.

"I think I'm having contractions," Violet said through ragged breaths.

"What?"

"Please, Celina, I just need to stand up..."

Celina narrowed her eyes suspiciously. At first, she thought Violet might be faking it. But then she saw how Violet was completely drenched in sweat. It looked like she hadn't slept at all, and her body was trembling. "What's happening to you?" Celina asked as she came closer. She loosened the chains on Violet's wrists so Violet could at least stand up and move a few steps around the bed.

"I think I'm going into labor..." she said, slowly getting up. "Can you get me a doctor?"

"We're not bringing anyone into this house!" Celina shot her down quickly. "Hell no!"

"Please, Celina!" Violet begged and cried. She didn't know what else to do. "This baby is innocent..."

The baby doesn't know anything. It doesn't deserve this...

Celina stared at Violet for a moment. Violet had fallen to her knees. She didn't care about Violet's well-being whatsoever, but for the baby... she did feel something.

"I'll see what I can do," Celina muttered finally. Then she turned around and left the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Violet looked up with her tear-drenched eyes. She wiped the tears away and started looking around. She remembered Damon telling her about an emergency panic button somewhere inside the playroom. She checked under the bed and the bedside table. Then she opened the drawer and she felt something on the inside wall of that drawer. It was a button connected to a mic. Violet pushed the button several times. She also lowered her face into the drawer, whispering the safe word over and over again. "...Star... Star... Star..."

Violet waited for a response. She didn't hear anything back. She started pushing the buttons frantically again, but it didn't feel like the button was connected to anything. Maybe Damon had cut off all lines of communication when they left the estate? "Uh, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Violet looked up quickly and saw Celina standing at the door. In her hands were some towels and the first aid kit. Violet was so focused on the emergency button, she didn't even realize Celina had come back. Violet swallowed hard and froze in her spot. And suddenly, she felt something wet dripping down her thighs.

**

- Damon -

After finishing up Benzino and his men, Damon got on the jet and flew right back to New York. He was in constant communication with Dylan and Beau. Beau was scouring the entire mall and the area surrounding it trying to locate Violet. But still, Beau couldn't find any trace of her.

Sweet girl, where the hell are you?!

Damon was filled with worry and panic. They didn't know for sure if Celina got to Violet or what. And if she did get Violet, where would Celina take her? She didn't have any other allies in the area. Where could she go? *RING! RING! RING!*

Suddenly, the loud ringing of Damon's phone pierced the air. Damon was sitting in the car with Liam driving. Damon quickly pulled out his phone. Dylan's name was on the caller ID.

"Dylan?" he answered the call anxiously. Hoping for good news.

"Hey, Damon, I don't know if this means anything, but there was an emergency call coming from the estate in New Jersey just now. I was about to answer it, but the call went off," Dylan said. "What?"

"Yeah. Last I checked, we left the place completely empty, didn't we?"

"Yes, we did,"

"That's odd. Because I heard a message, but it was only one word. It was really weird, maybe it was just a glitch or something,"

"What was the word?"

"Um, star...?"

Damon's eyes jolted open instantly. He knew exactly what that meant.

"Fúck!" He cursed heavily.

"What's wrong?" Liam turned his head sharply. He could see the color draining from Damon's face.

"Change of plans. We're going to New Jersey," Damon said meaningfully. "And fucking step on it!"