All Chapters of Secret Child For Ruthless Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

But there’s no point in holding back this particular piece of information. He’ll find out eventually.“I got into Harvard,” I announce.Anyway, I’m wondering why he’s the first person I tell. I got the news three hours ago. I was shopping in town when I decided to check it out and nearly screamed in a department store. I'm sure the employees thought I was crazy. I got in my car and drove to my closest home, which turned out to be the De Lucas' house.This isn't my real home, but it's damn close. Plus, it's the only house with a bar that isn't locked. My dad didn't trust me with alcohol in his house, but here I knew I'd have easy access. I wanted to come here and tell my brother, but when I couldn't find him, I decided to celebrate with this whiskey.Roman reacted exactly as I expected. He gives me nothing. Not a hint of my happiness. I would even accept irritation, but his face is smooth and clear, devoid of emotion. His Adam's apple jiggles as he takes another sip."What do you want?

By not joining Vincent, they proved they were serious about their vows."Damn it," Michael curses next to me.His muscles tense. This is our cousin dead on the floor. Our brother. Tony is on my other side, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. His gaze slides back to Miguel, lying on the floor.They were close. In our line of business, you have to prepare yourself for death now and then. But it’s been a long time since we’ve lost anyone.“I’ll kill him,” I spit. Words are a promise.“Vincent!” my father roars.I catch a slight twinge of fear on Vincent’s face. It’s like he can’t believe what he’s just done. He knows better than anyone that he’s just started a war. The time for negotiations is over. There’s no turning back after this.I've always been good at reading people, facial expressions, and body language. I studied psychology in college. I wanted to understand what motivates people, why they do what they do.This understanding is the only reason I can see Vincent'

He was the only person who stood by my side when I screwed up. He protected me, and while every man in my life protects me, Ricardo did it without being overbearing. I spoke to him on the phone just a month ago.“H-how did this happen?” I ask tremblingly, my eyes filling with tears.“I’ll explain everything later. It’s a complete mess, Elena,” my brother says, not at all like his usual cheerful self.“I know, I know. I’ll be home tomorrow,” I say hastily.“What about Dad? Is he okay?”No matter how much I have to worry about in New York, I need to be there for my family.“Dad is fine. Look, I have to go. Text me when you land, I’ll have someone come and see you off from the airport.”“That’s not…”“Don’t tell me you need to do something right now, Elena.”I bite my tongue and grit my teeth.“I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow.”He hangs up, and I let out a shaky breath. It takes me a few more seconds to get my nerves under control and my emotions under control before I turn to Cal, w

Thanks to the Russos and their constant interference, our business has become more international. We have strongholds in Greece, Mexico, China, parts of Germany, and most of Eastern Europe. Because the D'Angelo business is mostly in New York. That's why we don't have to step on each other's toes.Our families usually keep their distance from each other's affairs. But of the five families, they are the most accessible and the only ones I can turn to for help. I hate that I have to ask for help at all, but in this case, I have no choice. Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride.Luckily, I was able to arrange a meeting with their don. I know his older brother. Carlo and I met a few years ago when he got into trouble and I helped him. I called him yesterday and asked him to pay me back.He was happy to help. Unfortunately, he has left the criminal world and is currently fading into the background, but he assured me that he would put in a good word with his brother.Christian D'Angel

“I didn’t mean to,” Vincent croaks. He spits blood onto the floor and looks back at Salvador. “The Russos were pressuring me. They wanted me to kill him.”That admission did nothing to quench the embers of my rage. Of course, they wanted my father dead.“You’re an idiot,” Salvador says. “And you did exactly what they wanted? Now they’ve abandoned you.”“Ricardo was a coward. He always wanted to tread carefully. How long had the Russos been playing with us? And he did nothing. I told him over and over again to let us destroy them. They are getting stronger, Salvador. You have no idea what they are capable of. Something is changing in this family. I regret what I did to Ricardo…”Oh, hell no. He has no right to say that.I am about to move forward again, but Michael grabs my arm.“Don’t say his name,” Salvador warns. He continues to say a few more words in Italian, cursing him.Vincent hangs his head in shame. I watch as Salvador clenches and unclenches his fists, as if he wants to hit