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Dear God,Please Give him Back To Me.
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THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY YOU LOVE MEN TOO?
"He cannot marry that boy."The words echoed like a slap across the mahogany table of the De Luca council chamber.Don Ramon sat unmoving, his face unreadable beneath the weight of over a dozen eyes…eyes of men who had ruled with him, bled with him, and now dared question him."He cannot marry a man and lead the De Luca Syndicate," spat Don Severino, the eldest of the council. "It is not our way.""Then perhaps," Don Ramon said slowly, voice thick with gravity, "it is time we change our way."Outrage exploded."Sacrilege!""Betrayal of the bloodline!""Bullshit!"Don Riccardo slammed his cane on the floor. "You, of all people, Ramon! You speak of changing what built us? What made us?"Don Ramon rose to his feet. "What made us," he said coldly, "was loyalty. Strength. And a refusal to bow to anyone..not even outdated notions that destroy rather than protect. My son has given everything for this family. If Vincenzo chooses Noel, and chooses love, then I stand by him. If that means he no
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY YOU CAN'T RUN/IN LIMBO
"You're running out of road, Carlton."The voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice and twice as deadly. Carlton’s hand trembled slightly as he pulled the phone away from his ear, disbelief flashing through his eyes. He was in his bedroom, his chest heaving with panic. Sweat slicked his brow, not from the heat…but from fear.Not fear of Noel’s blood still fresh on his conscience. No, that hadn’t mattered much to him.This was different.He’d just been told that the syndicate…those men with no names, only blood debts and silent kills…were coming for him.And they weren’t coming to talk.“No, no, no…” he murmured to himself, his voice breaking with panic as he yanked open the hidden panel in the wall behind his closet.Inside sat his emergency stash. Black duffel bags filled with cash, foreign passports, burner phones, and one pistol with a single clip of ammo. He hadn’t thought he’d ever need to use it. He always played smarter than the rest. He wasn’t reckless. He didn’t
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dear God,Please Give him Back To Me.
"You’re too late… I’m sorry. We did everything we could."The words shattered through the waiting room like glass under a boot.A nurse stood there…her scrubs stained with blood, Noel’s blood…eyes heavy with regret as she looked at Vincenzo. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. It was like the world forgot how.Then the silence cracked.Vincenzo staggered."No..." It escaped his lips like a broken whisper, like the word itself couldn’t make sense to his throat. His knees buckled, hands catching the edge of the cold steel bench as if the earth was spinning too fast to hold him."No, no, no!" he growled, chest heaving. "You’re lying. You’re fucking lying!""I wish I was," the nurse said, voice low. "But there was… no pulse."Vincenzo’s scream ripped through the corridor. A deep, guttural sound that tore his soul in half.Francesca gasped and turned away, covering her mouth.Nico collapsed against Lucas, sobbing violently.Isadora’s legs gave out and she crumpled into Leonti’s ar
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY The Blood we spilled.
"He’s still bleeding, goddammit!" Francesca's voice cracked like a whip through the chaos.She dropped to her knees beside Noel’s limp body, her hands slick with blood. “Manuel!” she screamed, her throat raw. “You’re a doctor, do something! Apply pressure, anything…just help him!”But Manuel didn’t move right away.Because Vincenzo was still cradling Noel’s body, gripping him so tightly it was like he thought letting go would let death win. His face was a mask of devastation..blood and sea water streaked down his cheeks, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were wide, hollow, locked on Noel’s unmoving face.“Vincenzo,” Manuel said gently, kneeling. “I need to help him. If you don’t let me..”“No.” Vincenzo’s voice was hoarse, breaking. “He’s still warm. He’s still..he’s still breathing.”“If you don’t let go now, we’ll lose him,” Manuel snapped, firmer this time. “I need to put pressure on the wound before he bleeds out.”Vincenzo’s arms trembled. His grip didn’t loosen.But then No
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dont leave me,please!
"You really thought you could humiliate me and just walk away?" Matteo’s voice was a low, venomous whisper against Noel’s ear, his grip bruising on Noel’s wrist."Let me go," Noel choked, tears streaking down his cheeks. "Please, I don’t want this.""Oh, but I do," Matteo hissed, dragging him further into the dim, damp apartment on the outskirts of town. The peeling wallpaper, the flickering light above…it all seemed to close in, suffocating. "This is the price you pay for making me look like a fool."He shoved Noel against the wall, fingers clawing at his shirt. "Strip."Noel’s sob was sharp, a dagger of sound that seemed to echo in the cramped room. "Please…Matteo, please, take me to Vincenzo. I’ll do anything…just don’t do this.""Anything?" Matteo paused, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Anything except love me, right? You’d never love me, never want me. Only him. Always him."Noel’s breath hitched. "It was never you. It will never be you."Matteo’s expression darkened, and his la
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY THIS COULD BE YOUR LUCKY DAY IN HELL.
*FLASHBACK: THE NIGHT OF BETRAYAL*The storm howled against the tall windows of Don Ramon's secluded villa, rain streaking down the glass in frantic patterns. Inside, the fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting long shadows over silk sheets tangled around two bare bodies.Massimo lay curled against Ramon’s chest, the long lashes of his pale eyes fluttering with drowsy contentment. His soft voice broke the silence."You held me like this once and said you'd protect me from everything, even yourself."Don Ramon didn't answer immediately. He stroked a hand down Massimo's bare back, fingers trembling."I meant it," he said finally, voice hoarse. "I still do."Massimo tilted his head up. "Then why have you been distant? The whispers, the meetings behind closed doors... You fear them. You fear what they might say.""It's not just whispers anymore, Massimo," Ramon muttered. "The council suspects. If they find out about us..."Massimo sat up in the bed, silk sheet pooling around his waist
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dirty Laundries.
"We can’t just stay here forever, Noel."Noel stared out the window of the penthouse suite, arms folded, eyes distant. The skyline glimmered under the soft light of the setting sun, but his chest was a storm of anxiety.Vincenzo walked up behind him, wincing slightly as he moved. His healing stomach wound made walking more painful than he let on, but he refused to show weakness, not in front of Noel."They hate me," Noel whispered. "Your father, the council... they all hate me."Vincenzo reached out and touched Noel’s shoulder, firm and reassuring. "They hate what they can’t control. And they’ll hate me more if they try to take you from me."Noel turned around to face him. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed. "You’re going to get yourself killed, Vincenzo.""Then I’ll die fighting for you."The intensity in his voice made Noel’s breath catch. There was nothing romantic about it.. it was terrifying. Real. Final.Before either of them could say another word, the doorbell buzzed.Noel stiff
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Not Without Him.
"We're here. Where's that stubborn son of yours?" Isadora's heels clacked against the marble floors of the De Luca estate as she entered with Leontis beside her. Her black shades stayed on, not because of the sun, but because it was a power move. Always."In the drawing room. He said he had something important to say," Alessia said, her voice hesitant but kind. She gestured them forward.Noel stood beside Vincenzo, nervously toying with the hem of his sleeve."They came," he whispered.Vincenzo nodded, rubbing soothing circles into the small of Noel's back.When they entered, Vincenzo stood straighter, arms wrapping protectively around Noel's waist. "Thank you all for coming," he began. "I wanted to say this clearly, with everyone present."Don Ramon folded his arms across his chest, his cold stare already locked on his son.Vincenzo's voice was steady. "I want to marry Noel."A pin could have dropped and echoed.Don Ramon's expression didn't change at first. It was the silence that f
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Give him the world
"I think it's time you invited your parents over," Vincenzo said, voice low but steady.Noel blinked, sitting up from where he was curled on the plush couch in the sun-drenched De Luca bedroom. "My parents?""Isadora and Leontis," Vincenzo clarified, turning slightly from the window where he’d been standing. The afternoon light poured across his bare shoulders, the bandages still snug across his stomach. "I want to talk to them. Something important."Noel shifted, fingers curling into the hem of his soft shirt. He hadn't exactly made peace with them yet. Isadora had tried, true. Leontis too, in his own rigid way. And they had helped him when it mattered... but it still didn’t erase the years they were absent. The years he spent thinking Carlton was his only family."Okay," he said finally. "I'll call them."He did, voice even but clipped. The moment the call ended, he stayed silent, eyes staring out blankly until his phone buzzed again.A message.From Carlton.Noel, please. I’m dying
