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They took a significant loss, and the cartel bosses from the other countries will not be happy that they have taken this loss in America. "I have been in this business for a long time. I do not trust Don Moretti and his daughter. Something is going on with the two of them. I know they are planning to get out of this wedding, and I don't know how, but I think they might let her marry a friend, and maybe get a divorce later, when we forget about their little mistakes. I want you to contact most of the young Dons that you know and ask them to come to us immediately. If those two go to them with a suggestion. Also, find out everything you can about Antionetter, including who her friends are and

All that mattered was the man at my side, walking into the heart of his grief with every ounce of strength he could gather. He wasn't just here to pay respects. He was here to say goodbye. And no matter how long the walk felt, I'd be right here, every step of the way. The moment we stepped into the crowd, the whispers began. Muted glances, subtle nods. A hush rippling through the sea of umbrellas and dark coats as Dante Moretti, the Don made his presence known among grieving souls. It wasn't just surprise. It was tension, quiet and tight like a held breath.

“The PR team is on it, but it’s going to be a while before we can get everything taken down. This one’s pretty big.” I nodded, frustration still simmering beneath the surface. “Why can’t he ever learn? Why do I always have to clean up his messes?” Greg didn’t have an answer. He never did. Instead, he gave me a sympathetic look and said, “There’s something else. Donnie is here to see you. He’s got someone with him.” I frowned, pushing the tablet aside. “What now?” Greg opened his mouth to respond, but a knock on the door interrupted him. I glanced at the monitor and saw Donnie standing outside with a lady in a red dress. I pressed the intercom button. “Come in.”

“After her mother-” “That was just an unfortunate mistake.” I cut in. There was silence at the end of the call so I just decided to end it. A knock came through my door and after a ‘come in’ Donatello walked in, he scratched the back of his buzz cut in a kind of nervous way making me raise a brow. “Our Donna, seems pissed.” He states as he takes a seat at one of the couches. I cock my head to the side. “Why do you say that?”

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

“Yes, that’s the case, but it seems Adrian approached Don Denver.” Desmond’s heart shook for a second. “D-Did you just say Don Denver?” “Yep. I don’t think I need to say more.” “Thanks for the info,” Desmond said and ended the call. He sat back on the couch and touched his forehead. “Don Denver, I’ve seen governors and congressmen run after hearing his name. I heard he’s done some crazy things in the past, but I haven’t heard his name in a few years. All I know is that he used to be part of Hawkers and is a very dangerous guy. How did Adrian even know such a guy?”

Even if she weren't my sister—even if she were a stranger—I could never stand with someone who'd hurt another woman like that. "My sister was right. Someone this foolish and this cruel could never be my Donna. His eyes were stone as he delivered the final blow. "We're done. From this moment on, you deal with the mess you made. Alone."

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

But this time alone, he doesn't think he's going to make it. Rolling over and over during the night, waking up finally in a cold sweat of nightmares with his parents and KYOLINE. Choking out of the bed, he tries to rid his mind of the image of slaughtered KYOLINE dying under Carmine's boot. Fucking Carmine Cicconi. Waking with bleary eyes, he knows he must get up, and with leaden feet, he makes his way downstairs. The scent of hot pancakes fills the air as DAMON and L'OREAL discuss breakfast at the table and DEBORAH prods at her phone with determined vehemence.