Doja Cat I Don T Do Drugs の小説・ストーリー

"I was raised to inherit an empire that was never mine. I was trained to be a Don for a family I don't even belong to. Everyone I've ever trusted has lied to me." "I'm not lying to you. I only found out we share a mother four hours ago. But I'm standing here anyway, telling you the truth. That folder isn't power—it's poison. The moment you release it, you're not bringing Dante down. You're proving you were just as much a pawn as the rest of us."

If I took it. I sighed then held up my hand to stop the man from putting the drink. “Give me something light, a Diet Coke, anything you have that isn’t as strong as alcohol or whiskey.” He gave me a weird look then smiled, “ma’am it’s a party, you’re here to let loose.” “I know that,” i gave him a beautiful smile, “and I’m on drugs meaning if I take this and my doctor‘s prescription that is already in my belly I could end up in the hospital so please help me here.”

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

" Maria rushed off to handle it. I lay on the hospital bed, pain tearing through my belly in waves. My screams echoed down the sterile halls. Maria's assistant stood frozen at the door, eyes brimming, waiting for the doctor Vincent had promised. At last, someone came. Not a doctor. A delivery guy. He stepped into the blood-soaked room, stunned, and handed over a bag. Out spilled a pack of sanitary pads and a Band-Aid. "Don said it's just postpartum bleeding. Not fatal. Handle it yourself. Stop bothering him with this." The assistant's eyes flared red as she slapped the bag away. "Mrs. Corleone, I'm getting you out of here. Another city. Please—hold on."

I happily reached out for popcorn and shoved it into my mouth. Dos opened a can of soda and passed it to me. I stared at his hand holding the soda can he opened. Then, I shifted my gaze to Dos who was smiling widely. “What? Is there any problem you’ve got, little kitty?” He smiled and moved nearer. “What the heck is that nickname? Little kitty… Are you not done teasing me?” I asked him with disgust and even acted out like I was puking. “Hey! Don’t you dare make that disgusted face again. I’m just in the mood to joke around. Not that you can find me like this every single day, you know?” Dos stopped and said in a matter of fact.

It worked. The blond was back to her smiles as she kissed and stroked the cat. “Miss Julia, what does the ‘N’ stand for again?” Doxy cupped his face to plant a kiss on his head. “Mew!” The cat smacked her face and jumped away. “Oh,” Doxy pouted after the now irritated cat. She was clearly not a cat person. Julia couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “It stands for NONE of your business, Doxy.” Julia went moving for her sleeves.

I asked and not minding what happened back there. Doom leaned and scanned me from head to toe. What’s with him? “Did that guy do anything to you?” his face darkened. How did he know? Oh, shoot. “No—We just talked about a deal,” I immediately replied. He blankly stared at me and my eyes widened on what he was about to do. “Wait! Calm down, Doom. He didn’t do anything. We just talked, okay?” “Are you sure about that?” I formed a line on my lips. “Yes, so calm down and let’s go to wherever we were going to.”

“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—” “—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,” Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?” As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw. “Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”

Jo sighed, left her pie, went over to where her mother sat and put her arms around her in a comforting manner, “Don't worry, Mum. Nothing'll happen to me. My men are the best too.” “Do you have to go?” Ruth asked. “Yes, I do. I need to stop these drugs from getting into the grasp of minors. You should see all the children in Sia's clinic who are there because they overdosed on narcs.” Jo said. Ruth nodded and fixed her stare on Jo, “You better come back to me safe and sound. If you don't, I'll follow you to the afterlife and kill you again!” * * * Ash and his second in command, Capo were sharing food bags to some houses when he ran into her.