All Chapters of Daughter of the Don: Not a Girl To Cross: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When the armored limousine glided silently into the DeLuca estate, the first sight greeting us was the rows of black cypress trees standing like sentinels along the driveway — and the faint shadows of patrol units moving in the distance.There was no fragrance of flowers in the air, only the cold, metallic scent of damp earth after rain, laced with hints of leather and gun oil.After all these years, the family driver still had flawless timing — arriving precisely at dusk, when light and shadow mingled, ensuring maximum discretion.As the long vehicle rolled over the sound-absorbing gravel toward the fortress-like ancestral mansion, I felt the tension in my chest finally ease, if only slightly.The wrought-iron gates slid open slowly.The estate emerged from the twilight — not white pillars and vines, but walls of solid stone. Security cameras rotated soundlessly, and above the entrance, the family's emblem — the eagle and sword — gleamed with a cold, predatory light.I exhaled.Finall

If someone had told me a month ago that I'd be standing here—on the sun-drenched terrace of a Sicilian-style villa, wrapped in the arms of a man who rules the dark pulse of this city yet makes me feel utterly safe—I would've thought they'd lost their mind.But here I am.Behind me stretches the Bellini family's ancient vineyard, the setting sun dyeing my ivory silk dress in a warm golden hue. The evening breeze toys with the hem of my skirt.Eric Bellini—the new Don whose very name can silence the East Coast's underworld for three whole seconds—is now carefully adjusting the lapel of my coat with the same hands that once signed blood-soaked pacts and pulled countless triggers. His touch is so gentle it feels almost devout.His fingers brush against my collarbone, sending an almost unbearable jolt through my veins.Our pre-wedding photoshoot turns out to be unexpectedly peaceful—barefoot on smooth stone tiles, the distant melody of an accordion floating through the air. Hidden guards an

The VIP lane at the Finnish airport was eerily quiet, as if even the air had frozen in place.Tad and Leo had returned—not triumphant, not smiling; their shoulders seemed to carry invisible weights of unimaginable heaviness.Regret, mixed with a deeper fear unique to their world, hung around them.Their journey should have ended days ago, but like ostriches burying their heads, they had delayed facing reality—because they knew exactly what coming back meant.—It meant losing everything. That penthouse in the high-security community had already been seized and cleared out by the family.The black sedan came to a silent stop. They stood on the sidewalk in silence, gazing up at that familiar window, now belonging to strangers.Lights flickered inside. People moved about.Every trace of Nancy had been erased.In that moment, the delayed, cold reality hit them like a bullet—she was gone, accepted and protected by a force far stronger than theirs.The heavy bulletproof curtains were drawn, b

Tad and Leo stood outside the massive wrought-iron gates of the DeLuca estate, equipped with electronic surveillance, their high-end suits rumpled from the rushed journey, faces etched with urgency and deep anxiety. They carried with them a pale, feeble sense of apology, utter despair—and an almost foolish hope: maybe, if they appeared sufficiently sincere, they could make amends for the irreparable betrayal and earn their way inside again.But the fully armed guards denied them entry without a shred of warmth."We're here to see Nancy," Tad raised his voice, trying to summon his former influence. "You know who we are! We used to be regulars here! I was her fiancé, and we were as close as brothers!""Donna Bellini is not seeing visitors," the guard replied, cold as a weapon."Donna Bellini? We're her friends—her family—" Leo attempted to soften the tone."Her ex-fiancé and his treacherous brother," another guard interrupted bluntly, full of disdain."We won't leave until we see her," L

I could no longer remain silent.When Eric was rushed—efficiently and meticulously—into the Bellini family's private medical center, when I saw the dark red stains soaking through the sleeve of his custom suit, the IV tubes running into his arm, and the bruise blossoming across his temple like a cruel medal, something long suppressed inside me shattered completely."Do not let those two mangy dogs anywhere near me—or anywhere belonging to the Bellini or DeLuca families," I ordered Eric's Security Capo, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Whether they come crying, screaming in rage, or crawling like wild animals, I don't want to see them again. Watch Tad Weber and Leo Weber. If they dare step inside the perimeter, treat them as intruders. No approvals needed.""Understood, Donna Bellini," the Capo said, bowing slightly, his eyes razor-sharp.But they didn't give up.Like two expelled wolves, they lurked in the shadows around the hospital, wrinkled suits stained from yesterday's fight clingi