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I want your defiance.
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2025-09-06 15:19:00Angelo’s POV
She stayed on her knees, clutching the collar in her hands. Her eyes shimmered with tears. When she looked at me with those sad eyes, it tugged at my heart more than I’d like to admit out loud. There was nothing I could do about it; she had to fear me. It was the only way father would believe I had her under my control. Even though that was far from the truth, there was a stubbornness in those blue eyes even now that she was defeated.I picked up my fork and began to eat. The sound of the knife against the plate filled the silence.I reminded myself this was for my father. Every word, every move, it was all because of him. It was this or certain death for her, and I was uncomfortable with the latter. She had to learn her place here, and if I had to break her to do it, so be it.“You’ll work,” I said without looking up. “In the garden for starters. To earn your keep. The housekeeper will bring you clothes and provide whatever else you’
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The Don’s Revenge I want your defiance.
Angelo’s POVShe stayed on her knees, clutching the collar in her hands. Her eyes shimmered with tears. When she looked at me with those sad eyes, it tugged at my heart more than I’d like to admit out loud. There was nothing I could do about it; she had to fear me. It was the only way father would believe I had her under my control. Even though that was far from the truth, there was a stubbornness in those blue eyes even now that she was defeated.I picked up my fork and began to eat. The sound of the knife against the plate filled the silence.I reminded myself this was for my father. Every word, every move, it was all because of him. It was this or certain death for her, and I was uncomfortable with the latter. She had to learn her place here, and if I had to break her to do it, so be it.“You’ll work,” I said without looking up. “In the garden for starters. To earn your keep. The housekeeper will bring you clothes and provide whatever else you’
The Don’s Revenge The gift.
Aurora’s POVI was fidgety as I crouched down to pick up the paper bag. It was lightweight, but sealed shut, and I still didn’t know what was inside. I let out a big exhale and looked up at him. He was staring at me curiously.“Open it,” there was a hint of a smirk on his face.My palm was sweaty as I struggled to tear open the bag.I looked up at him, “What is it?”He reclined on his chair, “Why don’t you look for yourself, Aurora?”I hated the way my name rolled off his tongue. I wanted to knock off that smug smile on his face. I hated how intense his gaze was.I looked away and reached inside for the “gift”. I gasped as soon as my hands came in contact with the leather strap, “A belt? Why?” My cheeks reddened at the nasty thoughts that came into my mind at the moment. Thoughts I had no business thinking, and yet I thought them.He seemed amused by my embarrassment because he looked at me with a darned smirk on his face, “What are you thinking, Aurora?”“Nothing,” I answered quickly
The Don’s Revenge Hot and Cold.
Aurora’s POVI took unsure steps towards the dining area. My thoughts were racing and my heart fluttered in my chest. Angelo sent for me, I hadn’t seen him since the day he stripped me. I should be angry, but something about seeing him again gave me the flutters.And then I saw him. He was wearing a black dress shirt that did nothing to conceal those muscled arms. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong veiny hands and his tattoos. I wondered what they were, I never got to see them up close. Focus, Aurora, I chided myself. You don’t care for him and his tattoos, you hate him!He was sitting at the head of the table. There was an elaborate dinner spread out, mouth-watering dishes that were inviting. He still hadn’t noticed me because he was immersed in the tab in his hand and had yet to acknowledge my presence.I licked my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat, “Nonna Rosa told me—““I’m going to lay down a few ground rules.” He cut me off immediately. He set the tab down and l
The Don’s Revenge Picture Dante…
She ran.I’m not going to lie; I wasn’t expecting that, but who could blame her? I had taken off her clothes and gawked at her like a sex-starved beast, and that in front of my father, and now I felt terrible.It was infuriating. I should hate her; I should feel only anger towards her. She and her father were the only reason this event was happening. Her father was the reason Dante wasn’t here in this room, laughing heartily. Her father was the reason I now wore this huge family heir ring, the reason I now bore this weight on my shoulder. Angelo Armani, Don of the Armani family, and yet I didn’t hate her. I really tried, but I couldn’t.If I did, I would have done as my father asked without a second thought. I was one second away from yelling at him just because of her. And that would have gone terribly wrong. My father was Don for many years; he still commanded the respect of all his men, of all my men. They served my father through me, and nothing would
The Don’s Revenge Show’s over
Aurora’s POVWhen Rosa came for me, I sighed in relief, thankful to be away from him, but my happiness was short-lived because not too long after, I was behind those large doors with him and his father.I fought back tears when Mr. Armani hit me across the face. It was unexpected, and his hand was strong. I blinked back the tears, not wanting to give him or either of them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My skin burned, and I could taste my own blood on my lips. It took every last bit of restraint I had to not continue staring at him.My eyes were wide with shock when I heard the next words that Mr. Armani uttered. I stood frozen in shock, listening to them.I looked between the both of them, surely they were not talking about me as if I were an object.“What’s it going to be?” The heavy question hung between us.Mr. Armani didn’t look away. His eyes met mine, a twisted smile on his lips. My eyes bore into his. He didn’t look a
The Don’s Revenge What’s it’s going to be?
Angelo’s POV The heavy doors shut behind us, sealing the room like a tomb. The air inside was thick with cigarette smoke and strong cologne. I took a seat beside my father at the long mahogany table. Across from us were the heads of the remaining families—Savio, Vitale, Russo, and Bellini—each with their own advisors lurking in the shadows, the only ones privy to conversations in a closed-door meeting. I didn’t say a word because they weren’t talking to me. “Does he have the stomach for it?” Don Russo asked, his voice thick with skepticism. “He’s always been the quiet one.” “He buried Cruz without blinking,” Bellini added. “He’s his mother’s son,” Vitale muttered, as if that were a flaw. All of them talked around me. Like I was a vase in the room. My father leaned back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t defend me, he didn’t need to. He just let them exhaust their doubts.
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