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What The Don Wants Masks
Isla~I hated masks.Not just because they itched or made it hard to breathe...or, worse, messed with my makeup, but because they were the perfect metaphor for everything I had grown to despise in this new world of mine: secrecy, deception, danger dressed in elegance."Do we really have to wear these stupid things?" I grumbled, holding the ornate mask delicately between my fingers as the limo hummed smoothly beneath us.Dante didn't say anything right away. He was seated beside me in the back of the stretch limo, his posture relaxed as ever, one long leg casually draped over the other. He turned his head toward me, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement behind his unreadable expression."You want to get in, don't you?" he asked with a chuckle, reaching for his own mask;a sleek black one with gold accents that matched mine.I rolled my eyes. "Can't we just show up like normal people?""This is normal," he replied, his voice like velvet and steel all at once."Cosa nostra has its traditions
What The Don Wants Aisle 6
A/N: Trying out this third person style of writing again, so please let me know what you feel about it in the comments.]The city passed in a blur.Cars honked, neon lights flickered in reds and yellows. Pedestrians crossed streets without waiting for signals. But Isla barely registered any of it as she sat stiffly in the back seat of the sedan, her fingers clenching the hem of her jacket in her lap.She had insisted on taking no bodyguards, going againstDante's directive. However, she was also convinced that it would bring less attention that way. There would be no black-clad stalker flanking her every move, no furious crowd rushing at her...and no paparazzi. But she wasn't naive. She knew the danger. The people still hated Dante, and by extension, they hated her.The driver's voice snapped her out of her thoughts."Everything alright, Madame?"Isla blinked, caught off guard by the question. She hadn't expected him to speak, much less notice her mood. She forced a tight-lipped smile
What The Don Wants Hiding
Dante~The tense silence in the atmosphere lingered for too long, as calculating gazes were passed from each side of the table.I still had my eyes fixated on Isla and she must have noticed it because she was suddenly squirming in her seat.I didn't like this. It reminded me of her tendency to do really dangerous things.I opened my mouth to say something but before I could get any word out..."You fools!" My eyes darted to the man kneeling before us, as a wild grin was now spread across his face.The men were immediately on high alert, ready incase he tried to do anything stupid."Is this all you got?" He continued, his voice climbing an octave higher."Is this the level of your power?""Is this..." His eyes suddenly landed on Isla and I could have sworn, I heard her take a sharp inhale."...how you plan to fight the truth? The justice that is coming for you all?"I didn't want to believe it but from the way he looked at isla, I could see something similar to recognition in his ey
What The Don Wants Peace offering
Dante~The long dining table gleamed under the warm, dim lighting. Polished wood, silverware laid out with military precision, and plates of roasted duck, garlic potatoes, and aged wine that none of us had touched more than once.I sat at the head, Isla to my right, Miguel at my left. Across from us, Roberto leaned back in his chair like he belonged there. Like this table had been carved for him. His men sat beside him; quiet, alert, clearly trained not to speak unless spoken to.It should have felt like a war table. But oddly, it didn't. The tension was there, yes. But it was thinned now, stretched out like a string between us. Less likely to snap, more likely to hum.He sliced his meat with care, eyes on me the entire time. "You're quiet, Moretti," he said finally, wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Is it the food? Or the company?""I don't eat well when I don't know the full menu," I replied flatly.It was a message; one he seemed to get instantly.Roberto gave a short laugh.
What The Don Wants Alliance
DanteI was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled."Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut."The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana."I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.The name hit me like a blade to the back. For a second, my surroundings dulled, and all I could hear was the hum of memory; the crack of gunfire, blood on warehouse floors, screams echoing off rusted metal walls.I turned slowly to face him. "You're fucking serious?"Miguel nodded, his throat bobbing. "They said they want to talk."I stared at him, eyes narrowing. "Talk?""They're here on peaceful ground." He added quickly. "They came unarmed. Said they're here to offer an alliance."I took a step closer, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You let those
What The Don Wants Apple and a tree
Isla ~The scent of damp earth and grass filled my senses. At least, tha was the only scent I could pinpoint. I stood there, still as stone, my eyes fixed on the fresh heap of sand piled over the grave. The reddish-pink glow of the setting sun brushed across the burial ground, painting everything in muted, sorrowful tones. And it really should have been a beautiful scenery.But it felt like standing at the edge of a wound that hadn't closed properly.The chirping of crickets echoed through the quiet field, blending with the soft rustle of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. But I barely heard any of it. My thoughts were too loud.My heart too heavy."Father," I whispered...just the word, nothing more. It tasted bitter.My arms were crossed tight across my chest, as though holding myself together was all I could do to stop from unraveling right there. No one else had stayed long after the burial. A handful of people had shown up, mostly out of obligation, with stiff hugs and
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