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My life was more important that anything. "Okay, let's talk here." I didn't expect him to agree that quickly and I watched him bring out his phone. "I'm Caden, I work for Kalen Donald," he started. I knew he said he wanted to say something about Kalen but I never expected that he would work for him. Since I've been living with the Donalds, I've never for once seen anyone come visit Kalen. That baffled me, knowing who Kalen Donald is. “You do?” I asked, unconsciously showing him my concerned thoughts.

We need to think carefully about how we're going to leave a good impression on the Donna. "I hear the Don is madly devoted to his wife, and that she's his only weakness." They weren't wrong. The only person who could make the mighty Don yield… was me. But I just gave a light chuckle and didn't explain further. Seeing Lina turn to leave, I quickly grabbed her wrist. "Give me the medal back. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Lina jerked away, looking a little guilty. "What do you want exactly? You've stolen the ruby ring, and now you're eyeing my medal too?"

“That's not the point. Adonis is hurting. He is completely unaware of Fred and me. And Fred is stubbornly refusing to tell him. I frowned, wondering what had gotten into everybody. "Someday, you’ll have to tell Adonis the truth. You can’t keep your emotions bottled up for long." Natalia let out a sigh and looked away."Let’s solve one problem at a time. Right now, we must concentrate on getting you out of here.”

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

Nollace sat in front of the computer, analyzing some data while knocking his knuckles on the desk. Edison sent him a text. [Sir, we have intel that Donald is still alive.] He picked up the phone, read the text, and frowned. Even though he expected Donald to be alive, when it was confirmed, it made things tense. Donald was the worst enemy he had ever dealt with. Ken Pruitt wasn’t half as vicious as he was. It had taken him so much effort to drag him down, but he managed to break out of prison after half a year of incarceration.

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

He’s the only one who can call me out and still get away with it. Just then, Greg, my assistant, tapped on the door. “Sir, Mr. Donald is here.” I waved my fingers without looking up. “Send him in.” Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Donald? That’s the PI dude you use for the messy stuff, right?” I ignored him as Donald walked in, all business in his crisp suit, slim leather folder in hand. He paused when he saw Matt perched on the corner of my desk like he owned the place. “Good morning, Mr. Doyle. I have the information you requested.”

His only reaction was the faintest curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he enjoyed my dependence. When we reached the podium, the noise cut off as though the room had swallowed itself. Leonardo picked up the microphone with practiced ease. “Good evening,” his voice carried, smooth but commanding. “Thank you all for honoring my invitation tonight. It is no news that every king needs his queen when he ascends the throne. And I, Leonardo Mancini, have chosen Nora Mancini.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To the new Don and Donna of our family.”