Violet paused for a moment to think. Damon Van Zandt, the mafia king who was buying her virginity for a million dollars, he was only twenty six years old. Judging from the way he walked and talked, Violet had assumed he was somewhere in his thirties. And his eyes too. It seemed like they had seen a lot, far more than what a twenty-six year old was supposed to see.

* RING! * RING! * RING! *

The sound of a phone ringing pierced through ...