The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 77

- Damon -

Damon caught Liam's eyes just before he left the room. It was at that moment that he and Liam made an unspoken promise with their eyes. These two guys had been fighting side by side for all these years. With just one look, Liam knew exactly what Damon wanted. That was crystal clear. Damon wanted him to prioritize Violet and the baby. No matter what happens to him. Liam just had to trust that.

I'll find a way to get out of this myself. Just make sure my wife and my son are alright. Promise me that.

Liam let out a quick nod just as he was leaving. Damon gave out a sigh of relief. And as the door was closing behind Liam, Celina's men stood on either side of Damon's arms. They pulled his arms up and tied them to the chains that once chained Violet up. Damon thought about fighting back, but this was two against one. They also had guns in their hands while he had nothing. So Damon kept his silence as the men chained him to the bedpost. They tightened the chains too so he was forced to sit down on that bed. "Wait outside," Celina told the guards. "I want a moment with my prisoner,"

The guards nodded their heads and exited the room. Celina was now left with Damon. She stared him down and let out a smirk. In her hand was a small handgun that she was toying with. She put her index finger through the trigger hole and swung the gun around. One careless step and she could hit that trigger, sending a bullet flying in whatever direction.

Damon glared back at her and kept his composure. If a year ago, someone would've told him that this was what Celina would be capable of, Damon wouldn't have believed it. But now, seeing that vicious look in her eyes, Damon had reasons to fear her. Celina DeSantis. This seemingly innocent girl in her red dress was capable of kidnapping a pregnant woman. And not just that, she even took Violet's baby away from her, leaving Violet bleeding to death.

When Damon saw Violet in that situation, his heart broke into pieces. And when he saw Celina holding his baby, it felt like his heart was pulverized into dust. Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. The only luck he had was that he got there on time. Who knows what would've happened if he came an hour later. What would Celina do to Violet and their baby then?

Oh, the baby. Damon hadn't even gotten a chance to see or hold his baby yet. That definitely made him feel a certain kind of way. Celina stood tall in front of him as she continued playing with the gun. Damon was seething with hatred for this woman. She used to be just a simple girl, but now she had turned into this psychotic human being that had no care in the world for the people around her.

Damon knew he played a part in her transformation. She was in love with him and he was using her. Her dad was killed as a result and Celina lost everything. Damon wondered what Celina meant when she said she wanted him. What did she want him for? To kill him? To do what exactly?

"What do you want with me?" he asked finally, breaking the deadly silence in the room.

"I want to jog your memory," she said with a menacing smirk. "Doesn't this feel familiar?"

Damon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. What did she mean by that?

Celina let out a giggle and started walking toward the desk. She rummaged through the content of the first drawer and pulled out a leather whip. She gave the whip a funny look, then she put down her gun, and turned back around. * CRACK! *

Celina whipped the leather whip in the air. It let out a loud cracking noise. Damon flinched back slightly.

"Careful," he said. "You might hurt yourself,"

Celina let out another giggle.

"Oh, Damon. You don't need to worry about me. You're the one all chained up here,"

Celina then came closer toward the bed. The whip was within distance of Damon's body. She held the whip high in the air. An act of warning. Damon swallowed hard.

"Well, are you gonna beg me to break you free again?"

- Violet -

"She needs to get into the OR. Stat!"

Violet had blacked out the moment she left the playroom. Liam rushed her out of there with baby Zach in her arms. The next thing she knew, she was looking at fluorescent lights dashing by on the ceiling. She looked around to see that she was surrounded by doctors and nurses. She was on a stretcher and all these people were pushing her down a long hallway.

"Damon..." she croaked, looking around in confusion.

"It's gonna be okay, Violet,"

Violet heard a familiar voice. She turned to her side. It was Liam.

"...Zach..." she said, reaching her hand out.

"He's okay, we got him," Liam said reassuringly, grabbing her hand back.

"Damon...?"

"We'll get Damon back later. You need to get into surgery-"

"No!" Violet shook her head violently. She jerked her body on the bed, and the nurses had to hold her down. "We need to go back, Liam. We need to get Damon back!"

"I promised him you and your son's safety is the priority,"

"But she's gonna kill him!"

"He's gonna be okay. Trust him,"

Violet couldn't get another word out. She was wheeled into the operating room and Liam wasn't allowed in. A nurse separated them and Violet was wailing her arm for him. But no matter how far she reached, she couldn't get to him. "No..! No! Wait!"

Violet wanted to protest, but the nurses weren't having it. They held her down and put an oxygen mask over her mouth.

"You need to calm down, Mrs. Van Zandt. Just relax. Everything is going to be fine,"

Violet tried to take off the mask, but one of the nurses was injecting something into her IV tube. Within seconds, all she could see was the darkness again. Violet felt like her body was floating in mid-air. It felt like she was falling into a never ending abyss. And all the while, she could only think of one thing.

Damon...

- Damon -

* CRACK! *

The sound of the whip cracking filled the air. Celina was whipping it so close to Damon's face, he had to flinch back. The whip caught the side of his face and a cut formed on the side of Damon's eye. There was a clear red line, followed by a drop of blood. "I must say, I like your style, Damon," Celina said with her head cocked to the side. It didn't faze her that the whip had cut Damon. "Only a man obsessed with pain can own a room like this in his house,"

Damon chose not to reply. He just stared at her with that deadly glare. It was a look cold enough to kill, but Celina didn't seem intimidated in the slightest. She let out another smirk before cracking the whip again several times. This time they landed on Damon's knees and thighs.

*CRACK!* CRACK! *CRACK! *

"Ugh!" Damon fought back the pain, gritting his teeth.

"Having fun yet?" Celina taunted mercilessly, rubbing the whip with her fingers.

Damon's breath grew labored. The whip was so powerful that the impact tore through his pants, leaving cuts and marks all over his thighs.

"If you wanna kill me, why don't you just get it over with?" he hissed.

"I told you, I don't wanna kill you," she shrugged nonchalantly. "I just wanna have some fun,"

"Fun?"

"Yeah. I'm sure you've had plenty of fun in this room. It's my turn now,"

Celina was smiling triumphantly while Damon could only narrow his eyes in confusion. He couldn't recognize the person standing in front of him. Normally, when he was in this kind of situation, Damon could easily tell what the other person wanted and he'd leverage that for his freedom. This time, however, he couldn't figure it out. She was unpredictable, almost too crazy to understand.

"Aw, did I hurt you?" Celina pouted when she saw the bruises forming on Damon's skin. She leaned down and inspected it. Then she touched the open wound on his knee and Damon flinched in response.

"I don't wanna hurt you, you know?" Celina said again, looking up at him expectantly. Damon didn't even know how to respond to that. Celina paused for a beat before turning back to the desk. She put the whip away and came back with the first aid kit. What the hell is she doing?!

Celina sat at the edge of the bed and opened the first aid kit, finding a pair of scissors. Suddenly and without warning, she started cutting open his pants and shirt with the scissor.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Just relax!"

Damon tried his best to move away, but he could only do so much with his hands chained to the wall. Celina took a bold move and found herself straddling him. Her short dress was hiked up as her thighs covered Damon's lower body. He looked clearly uncomfortable as Celina went slicing and tearing away at his pants.

And all of a sudden, the unthinkable happened. Celina pressed herself down and Damon felt her slits rubbing against his boxer briefs. What the actual fuck?

Celina let out a smirk before leaning her face forward. She was aiming for his lips, but Damon quickly turned away. Celina scoffed in response.

"So you got a wife and now you don't wanna kiss me?" she sneered.

"Get off me," Damon said simply, cold and curt.

"Why?" she demanded persistently, not moving an inch. "Why her?!"

"Celina," Damon warned.

"I'm just as pretty as her, if not prettier!"

"I said get off me,"

"You gave her a ring. You gave her a baby. You gave her everything. Why not me?!"

Celina turned emotional all of a sudden. Damon was convinced she was a full-blown sociopath at this point. Her face was red and her breathing was labored. She threw her fists several times at Damon's chest, and Damon just took the beating. ... Is that what she wants for me?

Celina was now sobbing into Damon's neck. Her hands were clutching at his chest. And suddenly, one of her hands began traveling down. It went past his stomach and it palmed his shaft over the boxer briefs. "Celina, what the fuck-!"

Damon wanted to push her away. He flinched in response and tried to shove her away with his body, but Celina kept her hold on him. Her thighs buckled tighter around his stomach and she slipped her hand down his underwear. Damon felt like exploding in anger and frustration. Her hand felt foreign to his skin and he wanted it to stop.

"Give it to me, Damon," she said. "I want it,"

"Get your fucking hands off me!"

"Or what?" she looked up challengingly. "You're mine now,"

Damon clenched his jaw shut, giving her the deadliest of all deadly glares. This was not going to happen. Celina, looking unfazed, started rubbing and palming his m*****d. Damon's blood was boiling in his veins. He was infuriated and angry beyond measure. Fúck! I need to do something!

Damon's fists were curled, pulling hard against the chains. His eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape. Meanwhile, Celina pressed her body against him tighter. She started rubbing her slits against his m*****d and Damon let out an animalistic groan. Exasperated, aggravated, and violated.