Danny^^

This by far the longest chapter I have ever written. Happy reading!

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The thing with change is we crave it selfishly, but then when it comes, we clasp onto everything that made us want to change in the first place. We're scared of change and we're scared of staying the same; so where does that leave us?

Seeing the files Lia sent me made me want to cling to the curiosity and the uncertainty that pushed me to want to know about him. But at the same time, it also made me want to forget ever reading this.

 Because this...I wasn't ready for this. After two hours of thorough reason and debate I came to only one conclusion; Lucca was just as I suspected, a two faced bastard. 

But I had not expected this level of nauseatingly disturbing information about someone I have known for weeks.

Lucca was a criminal. And no ordinary criminal.

Someone I hated with passion. Not that Lucca Santos made the top ten on my favorite person list. 

If had any. A list, that is.

I was not ready to be pulled into this shit. No. My life was already fucked up enough; I didn't want to add another complication. I did not want to end up like my parents. I did not want to end up dead. 

And with this shit, I would. 

So I did the only childish thing I could possibly think of in this fucked up situation. I denied believing it. At least I tried to deny it. The facts of his secondary life were in front of me and I was a person best known for her logic and understanding of facts. So how much ever I wanted to, I couldn't deny it. 

I was suddenly reminded of the message I got from Lia along with these files.

Vi, this is some fucked up shit. Your Italian hunk is a very dangerous guy. You cannot fuck this up. Not if you care for your sake and more over for Caley's sake. 

Call me if you need any more hacking. I had the time of my life hacking his shit. A challenge, first in such a long time. Love ya, call me. Don't be a stranger!

Suddenly after reading the message my thoughts went to my sister Caley who just now was sleeping peacefully in Clark's office purely due to utter exhaustion from long hours of air travel. I didn't want her to be pulled into the madness. This darkness. 

She is a child and there is no way she will get out of this unscathed. 

Suddenly all my fear and anxiety vanished only to be replaced by something dark and boiling, something that was supposed to resemble fury. But fury wouldn't be the right emotion for this feeling. It didn't do it justice.

"CLARK! In my office. Now." I shouted through the intercom. Seconds later a very scared looking Clark came rushing in.

"W-what's w-wrong?" his fear was pathetically evident through his stuttering. Pussy.

"Is Mr. Santos still in the building?" I gritted through my teeth. Trying very hard not to snap at the poor guy for no particular reason.

"Yes, Chris's office." he said clearing his throat in a lousy attempt to compose himself. 

Without giving him a second chance, I collected all the hard copies I made of the files I received and stormed past him making my way to the Devil's den.

As soon as I entered Christopher's office, I saw that Christopher was nowhere to be seen but the Italian dick was sitting on the couch by Christopher's desk reading some files. He immediately noticed my presence and  looked up from the file.

"Christopher is out for the day." He said looking me in the eye, his face blank of any emotions. Green meeting blue.

"Oh, I am not here for him, Mr. Santos."I sneered as I spat his name, my face I am sure was the epitome of disgust at the moment.

"Oh really, tesoro, to what do I owe this pleasure." he practically purred in that fucking Italian accent of his.

 It was an addiction to my ears and I didn't mind becoming a junkie for it.

I was ashamed to admit that his seductive voice had it effects right between my legs. The attraction I feel towards this annoying, two-faced bastard is not healthy in anyway. Although my body had different plans for me, but I stood my ground and did not let my expressions falter.

"Oh, don't flatter your ego, you fucking two faced bitch!" I almost screeched completely losing my cool. 

This wasn't supposed to happen, but, oh well.

Surprise and anger flashed through those sultry, fiery pits of emerald orbs. But he soon composed himself, forcing a very small yet arrogant smile. That motherfucker!

"Such strong words, tesoro. I wonder, what do you ever say?" his voice was tight betraying the amount of self control it was taking him in talking to me with a calm and collected façade.

"I know who you are."I state crossing my hands over my chest. He must have seen that I wasn't goofing around and only speaking the truth. Because he reacted immediately.

So fast that I don't think it is even humanly possible, Lucca was in front of me, eyes a raging tornado of anger and vexation.

"What. Did. You just say?" he emphasized each word with a step closer to me.

To maintain some distance between us I took a few steps back and thrust the folders I had brought with me in his face. He looked at the papers in silence and read them. 

As his eyes skimmed through the pages, his cool façade broke bit by bit until there was nothing left but raw, unadulterated emotion. He looked like a raging bull ready for attack, just waiting for a damn red flag.

"Cazzo, dove hai preso questi?" He seethed, unconsciously speaking in his native language.

 If looks could have killed, I would have been six feet too deep underground.

As obvious as it sounds, he did not get an answer to his statement.

"I said where the fuck did you get these?!" his voice no more calm and collected as he almost shouted at me.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I goaded the monster. 

Sometimes I was stupid as shit.

In a second I was flipped around, my hands twisted behind on my back at a very uncomfortable angle, my already bruised wrist hurting much more and my cheek pressed against the hard, unforgiving surface of the rosewood table.

 He bent down, his lips brushing my earlobes sending pleasurable yet petrified shivers down my spine.

"Don't fuck with me, tesoro. You won't like it when I decide to return the favor. Trust me, I will fuck you up so hard that it will ruin you. And when I am done with you I will fucking blow your brains out. And I promise you, I will make sure your little sorella sees the whole thing, understand? You love your sister too much for that, no? So, now answer me. Who the fuck, gave you this shit?" he threatened.

I was shaking with the amount of anger and disgust I felt towards this pathetic excuse of a human. How dare he bring my sister into this shit! She is but a child...

I twisted in his grip so fast that I caught him by surprise. Taking advantage of this surprise I pushed his chest, hard with all the upper body strength I had which was a lot considering I fought.

"Quiet the little fighter, tesoro. Aren't you? Where did you learn to do it?" amusement and amazement clear as a day in his voice. 

Now he was fucking amused? Not thirty seconds ago he was threatening to blow my brains out and now he is amused?

 Is he fucking bipolar?!

"Shut up!" I snapped.

"Now wouldn't you like that..." he threw back my earlier statement at me, stepping closer to me as the seconds ticked by.

"I don't care who you are, I don't care that you can fucking kill me, you bipolar fuckhead. But if you so much as touch my sister I will beat the shit out of your Italian ass, got it? Comprende?" I snapped fixing him with the nastiest glare I could conjure.

"That's Spanish tesoro. It's Capisci in Italian." His amusement was annoying as fuck.

"I don't care." I deadpanned, fixing the crease on my skirt.

"I don't either." He said. His amused expression suddenly morphing into something so dangerous and frightening that I couldn't fight back the shiver that ran down my spine.

 I was scared shitless.

"Listen to me tesoro, and listen good. I am going to find who the fuck found this shit for you which only mia famiglia mafiosa knows and no one else. And one thing I know for sure, they would never betray me by giving out such details. Some of the things here even they don't know. Whoever has found this is a fucking genius. I'd give you that. But whoever he is a dead genius walking now." He whispered, his lips touching my ears.

"It's amusing to see you still doubt the capabilities of a woman, Mr. Santos. For a Harvard alumnus, you do have a very unpleasant habit of undermining women." I smirked at him, knowing that he was pretty irked that I know all of his personal details, like which college he went to, what was his major, what was his GPA. 

Hell I even know his high school grades, which are pretty good for such an arrogant pretty boy.

Anger flashed through his eyes as my statement gave him a reminder as to how much I know about him.

"I have my eyes on you tesoro. One wrong move and I'll ruin you, make you beg for death. And knowing you know so much about me, you must also know that I make good on my threats. I never back out, no matter what. Going to the police will also prove to be useless, so don't bother. They are fucking pussies when it comes to me." He said an arrogant smirk on his face.

 I didn't doubt him for a second.

I knew from the tone of his voice that this threat was no empty shell, but the promise of horrors I will be seeing if I cross him the wrong way are very much real. So I did the only logical thing, I nodded.

Suddenly the doors to Chris's office opened and in strode the man himself looking extremely engrossed in his mobile.

"Lucca, Damanio called earlier about the shipment of the-" he immediately shut up as soon as he saw me in the room.

"V-Violet, what are you doing here?" I had never seen a man more scared than I think Christopher was at that moment.

"What shipment, Christopher?" I sneered at him.

 Wanting to quell my curiosity because as soon as he said shipment my mind conjured up such scenarios that I didn't want to be proven true. But considering Lucca's second profession, I wouldn't be so sure...

"Shipment? What shipment? Who said anything about a shipment? I...I said...I said..." his attempt at backtracking was so pathetic that even I couldn't resist when my lips turned upwards in an involuntary smile.

It seemed that Lucca too noticed my smile.

"That's the first time I have ever seen you smile, tesoro." He whispered. "And it's beautiful." His lips brushed my earlobe as he whispered it as a seductive purr in my ear.

As soon as I heard that, the smile slipped off my face only to be replaced by my practiced neutral expression. Christopher was still trying to backtrack from his slip when Lucca took out a revolver and pointed it at him.

 And mind you, it was no ordinary revolver; it was a fucking Colt 1911 Punisher, the best close range shooter there is. It was a classic.

"Shut up. She knows everything. You are making a bloody fool of yourself at the moment." He said in a bored voice pointing the gun at Christopher. He immediately shut up and raised his hand in surrender.

"What...how does she know? How much does she know? How did you come to know?" he bombarded question after question.

 It seemed that Lucca had gotten bored with our conversation as he simply shook his head put his gun back in his jacket pock and continued scanning through the files he was going through when I came in.

"The question is not how I came to know, Christopher. The question is how long have you known? How many times you have aided and abetted a criminal? Aren't you supposed to be a lawyer, someone who stops crime rather than promoting it?!" I snapped disgusted at the man whom I considered to be a very efficient lawyer.

Though currently I was being somewhat of an hypocrite, but he didn't need to know that now, did he? No one knew that side of me apart from Clark and I would like very much for it to stay that way.

"Sometimes good guys gotta do bad things to make the bad guys pay." Christopher defended himself.

I knew that.

"That is a pathetic excuse for what you have been doing Christopher and quoting Harvey Specter isn't going to win you this argument. You are best buddies with a criminal for Christ sakes!" I snapped. 

The bastard very well knew that I idolized Harvey Specter as a lawyer. Sure, he was unethical as fuck, but the guy never lost a case.

"Come now, tesoro. Give the guy a break. He has never killed anyone...at all. He only aided and abetted me, as you so eloquently put it, in legal matters." Lucca said, an amused smirk curving his lips.

"And please stop calling me a criminal-" Lucca continued but I cut him mid sentence.

"You are a criminal!" I shouted, jabbing my finger in his direction.

"I am so much more. Criminal is such a measly word for who I am. I am the Boss. I am the fucking Godfather, baby." I was more than disgusted and a little surprised when I saw the amount of pride he held in holding such a horrendous title.

And yes, he was not joking. Lucca Santos is a fucking Mafia Boss. Lucien Vincenzo Giovanni Santos or otherwise known to the Mafia world as Vincenzo Giovanni was fucking Mafia Boss of the most powerful Italian Mafia house. 

People all over America and half of Europe feared his mere name. He was deadly, dangerous and unforgiving.

 Mercy was a word he was unfamiliar with.

"What am I supposed to do? Be scared and beg and grovel at your knees for mercy?" I deadpanned. 

Seeing my nonchalant expressions, surprise registered on his face which he didn't even bother to hide.

"Are you not afraid of me, tesoro?" he asked, wide eyed and anticipating.

Honestly? I was scared of him, well I wouldn't use the word scared but more like wary of him, not that he needed to know that, no thank you! 

His ego was big enough already.

"No, I am not." I deadpanned, looking him in the eye, never losing eye contact throughout our conversation.

It is said that you can never lie to someone's face, looking them in the eye, let me tell you something about that. That is fucking bullshit.

The next thing I know Lucca is standing right in front of me, his hand holding my chin firmly but with a certain amount of gentleness. His thumb caressed my cheek with tender touches as his eyes captivated me, rooting me to my spot, daring me to look away.

"I knew you were different, did I not tell you Christopher, she would be perfect. Cosí bello, tesoro. Un giorno io farò la mia regina." He whispered the last bit in his native language, not knowing what he said I didn't bother asking as I had a lot drama on my plate to last me a century.

 But as he said that I couldn't stop myself from staring into those emerald pools and getting lost in them. 

Something bothered me, the way he said whatever he said seemed very...intimate. Very final. A promise, if you may.

 I did not know how to process all the information I was given today. I was afraid, not for me but my sister. I was also intrigued of the lifestyle Lucca had but a very small part of me that absolutely disgusted me was the one that was most thrilled to be introduced to this lifestyle.

 I was feeling the adrenalin rush through my veins, of knowing that I was near danger, all the fucking time. The high it gave me is something I felt only during my fights. It was like I was consuming huge doses of adrenalin and I was on a constant high off excitement. 

"Sorry to break up this little moment but, Lucca..." Christopher spoke sounding extremely awkward and out place. It was then I realized that Lucca and I were still looking at each other. 

"What is it?"Lucca snapped. He sounded almost annoyed for being interrupted from our weird staring fest.

"Damanio wants to talk...now." He replied, seemingly less alarmed than he should have been. I suppose this was how Lucca treated most of his acquaintances and men that worked for him.

"Can it wait?" Christopher shook his head in a no, warily glancing at me. Looking almost uncomfortable for having this conversation in front of me. I made a move to go, but strong, firm finger wrapped around my wrist prohibiting me to leave.

 Now, mind you. I could've easily gotten away, but I didn't. I was curious what and how much illegal stuff was going on behind my back in this firm. "Call him here." Was the only reply Christopher got.

After 30 long minutes of mindless Piano Tiles on my part and utter silence in general, Christopher's mobile beeped indicating him receiving a message.

"He's here. He'll be up in a few." He said to Lucca. I tensed, anticipating the arrival of Lucca's second in command.

In my 30 minutes of mindless game, I had conjured up a pretty graphic picture of the man, Damanio is supposed to be.

 I imagined him as a tall bulky guy, stuffed with beef in all the right places and tattoos that could put Stephen James to shame. With a deep aggressive voice, he would be the human version of a savage, bloodthirsty bull about to be released at the drop of the red flag.

So imagine my surprise when I heard a very familiar and not at all scary voice of a person I had trusted my deepest secrets with. I had my back to the door so I couldn't see his face, but there was no need, I knew it was him.

"Lucca, those fucking Russians are planning some shit. Vladimir and Ivan were snooping in our...who the fuck is the chick? What the fuck Christopher! Get her outta here! She shouldn't be here!" his enraged voice was something had grown accustomed to over the years. It never had really bothered me, at all actually.

"So shouldn't you!" I said getting up and turning around to face him.

As soon as he saw me, his face reflected so many emotions. 

Shock, disbelief, understanding, fear, pain and some more shock.

"Vi-Violet?"

"This shit is just turning into a bloody soap opera." Christopher muttered but no one paid him any heed.

"You...you are involved in this shit?!" I screeched. I should've expected it, but I thought he was different, guess I was wrong, huh? No he was no different than the low lives he was surrounded by; he was no different than a criminal.

"Damanio, you know her?"Lucca asked before he could reply.

"Yes, Damanio. Tell him, how do you know me?" he cringed when I spat his name.

"Violet, I can..."he started ignoring Lucca completely but I cut him off.

"Were you going to tell me about it?" I asked, very wary of the answer I was about to receive.

"No. But I couldn't okay. Not because I didn't want to." He quickly added the last bit when he saw that I was going to combust. 

But that didn't help, at all. 

Was everybody in my life some sort of criminal? Next thing I will know is that Caley has joined a fucking criminal cult or something!

"Wait, wait, wait. Time out! How do you know Damanio?" Christopher asked looking between him and me, a very confused look on his face.

"My thoughts exactly." Lucca muttered a murderous glare fixated on the person standing in front of me. 

That glare could've made Mike Tyson piss his pants but Damanio was hardly affected. It was like he was used to it.

I was about to answer when the door to Christopher's office suddenly open and in came a very excited looking eleven year old blonde with a very irritated Clark hot on her tail.

"Caley! You can't go in there...!" Clark shouted, but the little she devil had already spotted her target and made a beeline for me.

"Vi!" she squealed happily, hugging my legs. She turned around and instantly flushed seeing that she had an audience.

"Chrissy!! I'm back!" she squealed as soon as she saw Christopher.

She didn't let Christopher reply, as soon as she saw Damanio in the room. She was most fond of him and hence why her face lit up as soon as she saw him.

"Danny! You're here!"She squealed jumping into his outstretched arms.

 He easily picked her up and hugged her.

"Hey little bugger. Missed me?" Danny asked, kissing her cheek.

"So much!" she giggled. Suddenly her eyes fell on Lucca and she motioned Danny to put her down.

Walking up to Lucca she looked up at his tall frame, craning her neck and outstretched her hand.

"Hello mister. I am Caley. Are you Vi's new Italian friend?" she asked.

 Oh god, she better keep her mouth shut. Lucca looked at her with an amused expression which multiplied when he noticed that my cheeks had suddenly decided to color up.

"Yes, bambina. I am Lucca." He said crouching down to her height to shake her hand.

"She has-" Caley started saying but I cut her off immediately.

"Caley go with Clark. Wait on the reception area. I'll be down in a few."I said giving Clark a very pointed look. After that he all but carried her out of the room.

"Want to explain to me, how do you know tesoro, Damanio?" Lucca asked, acting as if the little situation with Caley never happened. I was grateful for that.

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" he asked with an irritated look sent towards Lucca.

"That'd be me. He has this weird need to call me that." I said, sending a pointed glare to Lucca which only earned me a wink. 

Danny expressions morphed from confusion to shock to understanding to amusement.

"Oh." The amusement in his voice was getting on my last nerves.

"That doesn't answer my question." Lucca cut in, sending a weird look to Danny.

"This will. Remember a few days ago, Renaldo came back from the bar, pretty beat up and fucking unconscious?" Danny asked Lucca.

 How is this even related? As far as I know the only Renaldo they could be talking about is Lucca's best fighter in his Mafia family. There was a file on him but no picture.

"Yeah, you said he was beat up by this chick you know. A friend of yours?" Christopher cut in.

"Fucking, pussy. But how is Renaldo related to this?" Lucca asked. Danny turned to look at me and everything suddenly clicked. Oh.

"Well, I am looking at the chick that kicked Renaldo's ass like a fucking Houdini. And she was blind folded too." He said looking at me in pride and amusement; maybe he remembered how I whooped the Ogre's ass.

"Wait, that Ogre was your best fighter?" I snorted. 

If that was the case, I am less than impressed.

"After Lucca, yes." Danny replied while Lucca and Christopher stared at me, open mouthed. Literally.

"Well, he was pathetic." I said completely ignoring the two dumbfounded idiots gaping at me.

"That fucker was unconscious for three days straight." Danny snickered. I had to smirk at that. I didn't hit him that hard, did I?

Suddenly Lucca grabbed my still bandaged hand and looked straight into my eyes with a murderous expression. "Did he do this to you?" he asked, stroking the bandage with gentle fingers.

"Yeah, but the fucker got so much in return and much worst too. So don't bother interfering."I said, remembering very well that Lucca and Christopher, both were pretty pissed when they saw the bandage on my hand for the first time.

 He looked as murderous now as he did then. The two men behind them exchanged knowing looks and a smile. Their eyes shone with secrets untold just for me and so did Lucca's. And I was hell bent on finding them.

I looked at my watch to see it was past 7:15, I immediately texted Clark to take Caley home and feed her. I was going to be late, she'll understand. 

She always does. 

This conversation was so not over here and I wasn't moving without completing it.

A man without ethics was a wild beast that was set lose on earth. And Lucca Santos was a wild beast that just happened to cross my life and now is hell bent on turning it upside down.

A/N:-

I am so, so, so sorry for the late update. I feel so bad. But I seriously think this chapter is cursed or something. 

First time I wrote it which was like six days ago, I didn't save it in my computer and tried to publish it but it somehow it got deleted. Next time I finished the chapter, instead of saving the changes in my Word Doc, I accidentally clicked the No option so I had to write the whole thing for the third time, which was absolutely shit. So this is my fourth attempt and I am finally publishing it.

I promise a lot more Lucca and Violet in the next chapter without the interference of other characters! Maybe.

If you guys wanna coin a ship name for Lucca and Violet, I am all ears. I may use it in the chapters too. Until then, happy reading, my beautiful , sexy readers!!

translations:

  Cazzo, dove hai preso questi  : fuck, where did you get these?

Cosí bello  : so beautiful

mia famiglia mafiosa : my mafia family 

Capisci: Understand

Un giorno io farò la mia regina  : this translation I really don't wanna give cause it will ruin the fun ahead, so please for those of you who don't speak Italian don't find it. The next  few chapters will reveal everything so you won't have to wait that long. I hope.

bambina: little girl