𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 -
Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by h...
❧ SCARY LOVE - THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ☙ "i'm star struck by you."
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_______ TW: BLOOD. _______
Violet's frustrated gaze met mine as soon as I closed the heavy front door. "Do you really have that little respect for me?" She asked.
She hadn't talked to me all throughout the walk out of the hospital and the drive back home. She knew about Nathan's situation, the way she looked at me with such disbelief in the hospital made it obvious, I was just curious as to why she had waited to scold me until we got home.
I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "Of course I respect you," I responded, sincerity in my tone. "You know that."
Her arms were crossed, and her expression remained skeptical. "Do I?" She questioned, her voice hardening with a hint of vulnerability. "You haven't done anything to prove it. I told you not to hurt Nathan, and you went against that."
I leaned against my closed office door. "You told me not to physically hurt him," I corrected. "And this wasn't physical, sweetheart."
Sure, maybe I was being a smart ass about it, but it was true. The only piece of him that I hurt was his reputation— technically, I didn't lay a finger on him. The only man that I did hurt for Nathan's framing was the man from my club, who's bones I broke in the alleyway.
Since I was in a hurry that night, I didn't kill him. I did, however, leave him distorted in the street for two hours before I sent my men to collect him and question him. It turned out that the man attended the same school as Nathan, and so everything fell into place exactly how I wanted it to.
Her frustration only seemed to grow, and she shot me a withering look. "That's not even my point!"
I exhaled deeply. "Then help me understand."
"This is about you, and what you're doing."
"What about what I'm doing is so wrong?" I countered, my voice a mixture of frustration and defense.
"You're excessively hurting others who haven't wronged you!" she continued. "I understand that violence is all you've ever known, and that you can't control it, but you're hurting more people than you need to because of me."
I shook my head.
"I have the ability to control all of my actions," I admitted my voice lowered to a low. "I'm well aware of what I do. I've chosen this life for myself, and I continue to choose the violence, over, and over again. And do you know why?" I muttered, gazing at her intently. "It's because I enjoy it."
