The Mafia Sacrifice

30

Starr Marie

Those hazel eyes.

Damon.

"You look beautiful Amore," Damon takes my arm once I take the last step of the stairs.

I smile at the black suit he had on. There was a red tie to match it bringing out the similarities of our outfits.

He had on gold jewelry, which we wore often. I began to believe it was his signature style.

My attention shifts back to Damon, "And you look..." I know I'm going to regret this but damn was I right. "You look like my future baby daddy." O who stands in the corner let's out a huge laugh.

You know the one when you snort and sometime s little spit come out? Yeah. That was the laugh he projected.

But from Damon, I didn't receive anything—not a shocked, confused, or angry expression. He remained neutral. Maybe he agreed with me. Who knows? But the long pause beg to differ.

To save myself from embarrassment, I look into Orlando's direction then back at Damon. "Shall we go?" He nods in agreement then takes my arm into his.

We walk out the door and down the stairs before we stop in front of the car. Damon turns making complete eye contact with me.

"I think it's time to give you this," Damon pulls out a black box and hands me it. I rub my hands against the top just before I open it. It was a beautiful silver necklace with diamonds engraved inside it. It shined in the sun that was slowly becoming nonexistent. It was extremely beautiful.

"No. That is to much. You c-can't... y-" I couldn't find the correct words to say. I was not his wife nor his girlfriend. We never fully established what we were. That's why I felt like this gift was not for me. It had to be for someone else.

Someone who meant more.

"Starr." He pauses. Damon never really said my real name. He always had nicknames for me of he just simply didn't say anything at all. "I'm giving you this because I want to. You deserve this more than anything Amore. Plus it'll look good with your dress."

I shake my head in rejection. "But—"

Damon has cut me off. "But.." He pauses reaching into his pocket once again. "If you think that's a lot, then what would you call this." He pulls out a smaller box.

My mouth drops as he hands me another box. "Damon I—" he waves me off signaling me to open the box. I open the box only to see matching earrings.

They were stunning.

Beautiful diamond square earrings. Knowing he wouldn't let me give them back I said what he wanted to hear and what I really felt. "Thank you. For everything. You have protected me and I deeply appreciate everything you have done."

A smile tugs at his lips as he grabs the necklace box turning me away from him. His finger tips brushed along my skin as he put it on. Next he helped me put on the stunning earrings.

I turn back to his direction looking down at the necklace that sits on my neck. When I look at him, I notice he's a few steps closer.

"La mia stella, se solo ti piacesse il vero me," Meaning- My star, if only you liked the real me.

I confusingly frowned at words that came out of his mouth. It was Italian. "Could you translate that to a monolingual?"

A laughs escapes from his lips. He kisses me passionately. A kiss I've yet to experience until now. It was different.

After I collected myself from the heated kiss I looked into his hazel eyes. I couldn't read him. I for one didn't like that. I wanted to know him— understand him. Yet he was making it so hard.

He opens the door and takes my arm leading me into the car. Shortly after he shuts it making his round to the other side.

"Easten, take us to the destination," he signal the driver as the driver nod his head replying afterwards.

"Hi Easten. I'm Starr," I introduce myself realizing I've never met the guy.

We made eye contact in the rear view mirror. Seconds later he finally answers. "I've heard a lot about you Ms.Marie."

"What? How?" I ask confusingly.

He laughs at my confusion. "Well. Daddy Damon have a soft spot for you."

"Oh come on Easten. Why the fück would you tell her of all people that," Damon frustratedly yells.

It definitely has to be the truth!

I giggle then turn my vision to Damon's. I mock him making him slightly more frustrated, "Lying doesn't look good on you, Amore!"

Both me and Easten laugh as Damon sits in the seat annoyed.

"So Easten. How long have you been Damon's driver?" I say turning my attention back to Easten as he turns a right at the corner.

He once again takes a small pause. "I've actually been working for the Kings since before Damon was born."

A shocked expression appears on my face. "What? You look so young," He laughs bringing his hand up to his bearded chin.

He continues explaining. "I used to work for his dad. Back when I was capable of doing mafia assignments, but then someone—I mean something happened.." He pauses as he looks at the dark road. "So... I decided to stick with something easier. Something that have a purpose along the lines of responsibility."

I sat quietly thinking about what he said. I never knew driving could have such a big effect on anyone. Why would he take this job if he could be in a higher position?

I turn my head and look out the window. The street lights appear and disappear as we continue our path. I hear the thumping sound of the road. Trees stood in many shapes and sizes. Everything was different in their own ways. I just watched as they changed in seconds.

Soon diversity became small as we drove onto a fancier street. Trees were similar— tall and skinny. The roads were smooth as if they were just done. Lights stood out as we became closer and closer to a giant building.

I felt a hand touch my thigh as I was zoned out, focusing on the building before us. I look to see Damon's hand on my thigh as he stares into my temple.

"You look beautiful," he softly states. I could hear a small hint of Italian that he tried so hard to hide.

I grab the hand that he had rested on my thigh. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself." This is literally me trying to stay calm and collected, but this guy was fine as hëll!

He leads forward and plants a small kiss on my lips. I look into his eyes then turn to the building we were suddenly parked in front of. "Shall we?" He says.

I nod.

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Daddy Damon has a little crush on Starr. Would that be enough?

When will their 'relationship' actually be a relationship?

Girlfriend and boyfriend? Side chick? Main chick? Friends with benefits?

A/ Thank you for reading chapter 30. See you in the next chapter <3

Thoughts?

(This was rushed... I'll go back and edit all the mistakes!)