All Chapters of Secret Child For Ruthless Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Very slowly, I lower him onto the bed. I know he’s not drunk; I’ve seen the man drink an entire bottle of whiskey with no effect. He’s only had a few glasses tonight. But he seems tired.As soon as I lay him down on the bed, his hand comes up to cover his face, covering his eyes. I look at him for a second. He’s still in his mourning clothes.“Roman,” I say quietly. “You need to take off your suit.”His lips curl into a smirk.“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”“Of course you would have said that. Don’t worry, honey, I’m not interested in seeing you naked,” I say with a smile.“Really?” he drawls.His hand slides down his face, and when I look into his eyes, they sparkle with challenge. He sits up on the bed, his hand sliding down his jacket. He takes it off, and I enjoy the sight of his broad shoulders and the way the shirt clings to his muscular arms.His eyes are still on mine as he begins to unbutton his shirt. He starts at the top, taking his time. The bu

RomanI’m in my father’s office, sitting at his oak desk, and Salvador is briefing me on my new responsibilities and what is expected of me. There are several files in front of us. Mostly boring paperwork.“Yes,” I manage to say. “You were saying that I signed the agreement to hand over the heroin field to D’Angelo.”He nods, bending down to pick up a piece of paper. He places it in front of me.“The contract was sent this morning. I looked it over, and it’s pretty good. But did you agree to support their candidate for the next congressman?”“We needed their help.”“But Coleman should have…”I cut him off.“Salvador, I appreciate all the help. But don’t undermine me. I made a deal. It’s done.”He grins.“You just sounded like your father. Okay, Roman, I'll back off. I'm sure we'll find another use for Coleman. Now, on to our next episode. We need to officially announce that you've taken over your father's job.”“No.”He frowns.“Roman...”“We are not making any official announcements.

Elena.We were a happy family once. I remember the time my father would come home from work with a smile on his face. He would pick me up and sway me on his shoulders, then punch Tony before kissing my mother. When we lived in Detroit, they were in love, and everything was perfect. Then we moved to New York, and that was honestly the beginning of the end.Soon after that, cracks appeared in their relationship, tiny cracks that neither of them could fix. That was my biggest life lesson: I learned how quickly you can fall out of love with someone because of my parents.I will never blame my father for what happened, but he mentioned that one of the reasons my mother left was that she couldn’t handle his new situation at work. She didn’t like that he worked for the mafia. It always seemed like an excuse.One that stung even more because she didn’t hand him over to us in person. It wouldn’t have hurt so much if she’d bothered to say goodbye. But she didn’t. One morning, we woke up to our

“He’s fine,” I mutter. “The devil’s spawn is still the devil’s spawn.” She rolls her eyes.“What about Michael? Tony? Maria and Rosa? Your dad?”“Well, Tony is, as always, a magnificent ass. Maria is trying so hard to be strong while trying to ruin my life on the side.”Kiara raises an eyebrow.“We’ll get to that later. Rosa is doing well, anyway. She’s doing well, though she’s been locking herself in her art room more and more. My dad’s been working on it, too. Honestly, out of everyone, I think Michael has been hit the hardest. He barely talks, Ki. He doesn’t spend time with anyone.”“I’m sure it’s going to be tough for him,” Kiara says softly. I can see the worry in her eyes. When Michael’s parents died, Maria and Ricardo practically adopted him. He was a child who had no one until they brought him into their family. “I’ll talk to him,” she mutters.She and Michael are close. They dated briefly when we were younger and remained friends after they broke up. They have a connection th

Salvador advised me to stop being paranoid about Russo and focus on my efforts with my people. It was solid advice, and I did just that, putting all my efforts into making the party go well.The band we hired plays soft music, and the atmosphere is pretty chill. There are about seventy people, mostly capos and their spouses, laughing, talking, and stuffing their faces with food. The party is taking place outdoors behind our house.I'm glad my mom and Kiara were able to pull it off. They did it all in three days.The smile on my face practically froze as the kapos approached me one by one. Some congratulated me, some offered condolences. I studied them, trying to read between the lines, to figure out who might harbor some nefarious intention.This party was not only an attempt to make them more comfortable with me, but also to gather information about the people who were supposed to protect me with their lives.“Thank you for coming, Nolan,” my mother said to the balding man in front o