Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

he asks the woman pointing to my dream ring. She smiles at him before saying “Great choice, this one is four point seventy carats with a halo and platinum band covered in small diamonds with a pink diamond in the center.” She says as she hands over the ring to Gio who places it on my ring finger and the woman and her colleague smile. “It fits perfectly looks like we found the one, what do think sweetheart?” he says eyeing me as I glance back and forth between him and the ring. “I think it’s beautiful Gio.” I stare at it still awestruck by the gorgeous

Salvatore's authority is firm; the Outfit always stands by the reigning Capo, always. "I... your mother's ring," I stammered, searching my memory. "I don't really remember..." He nodded, his eyes holding mine. "Three-stone diamond, blue Tiffany box. Do you have it?" My mind raced, desperately trying to recall any trace of that ring. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded with feigned certainty, "Oh, that one! I remember now. I have it, Vince, but it's back in New York. I never sold it. If we ever go back, I promise I'll give it back to you."

Carlo took out an exquisite box and opened it, revealing a pink diamond ring inside. "Wendy, that dead man gave you an ordinary ring. This one I'm giving you is a unique pink diamond. If you agree to come back with me, I'll let bygones be bygones," Carlo said. "He's not some 'dead man'. His name is Lucaro!" My voice rose several octaves. I had always hated anyone insulting Lucaro. I pointed at the ring in his other hand. "I only want the one Lucaro gave me." Feeling furious, Carlo's breathing grew heavier, and the fingers holding the ring had turned white.

I let out a watery laugh, burying my face in his chest as he strokes my hair. He exhales sharply, sitting up slightly and reaching for something on the nightstand. I watch as he pulls off the signet ring from his pinky finger, the one that marks him as a Dragonetti, and holds it between his fingers. “Give me your hand,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Confused, I lift my hand, and he slides the ring onto my finger. It’s heavy, too big for me, but it sits there like it’s meant to be.

He did. She strolled in wearing his shirt, latched onto his arm. Tugged him toward the door, all giggles and clingy hands. He let her. Even held her steady like she was something precious. Vera's eyes dropped to Gina's hand. That ring—black obsidian, loaded with power. The kind that let you boss around everyone under Carlo. It was meant for the Don's wife. He never gave it to Vera. But he gave it to Gina. No wonder Gina burned down the orphanage on Quaranta turf in her last life—and walked.

The heavy iron door was pulled open with a shrill metallic scrape. I wrenched myself free and pulled something from inside my coat. It was the ring the Godfather had given me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Marco! Open your eyes and look carefully! I order you to send me back immediately!" I clutched the ring tightly between my fingers. It was not gold or silver. It was black iron. Cold and heavy, the face of the ring had been smoothed by time, but the Family crest was still clearly visible. It did not represent wealth. It represented power.

I moved to pick it up, but Isabella was faster. She snatched it and turned to Vito, her voice dripping with false urgency. "I heard the Godfather spent tens of millions on a pink diamond at an auction just to please his wife. I’ve seen the photos—this is the one! Vito, she stole the Godfather’s ring!" Vito didn't hesitate. He believed her instantly. At that moment, only one thought consumed him: if the Godfather found out his precious token had been lost at the docks, the Rossi family was finished. To appease a man he hadn't even met yet, he needed a scapegoat immediately.

"Yes, of course yes!" The room erupted in cheers and applause. Giovanni stood, balancing Dante, and pulled a ring box from his pocket. Inside was a sapphire ring surrounded by small diamonds. "This was my grandmother's," he said as he slid it onto my finger. "She wore it for fifty-three years of marriage. I hopewe can have that too.” I threw my arms around him, mindful of Dante between us, and kissed him through my tears. "I love you." "I love you too," he whispered against my lips.

“If you can give me both of them, this will all be yours.” “Easy ‘nuff!” He smiled as his hand darted quickly to take the wad. “But give me that there ring on yer finger and I’ll give ya a location right now!” His eye darted to my pack ring that symbolized my rank, the polished moonstone glistening against the gold band. I winced a little but figured the price was worth it to keep my head. I pulled it off and handed it over as well, watching the greasy wolf slide it onto his own hand.

Until now. I slip the small gold band on my pinky finger. It only goes as far as the second knuckle. I lift it up to the light of a lamp and study the scalloped pavé design of diamonds circling the band and coming together on either side to set off the larger stone at its center. It’s as different from the obnoxious ring Cielo had given her as can be. It’s pretty and elegant and one of a kind. Like her. Setting the box aside, I take out my phone. I look through the call history and locate the number to Horatio Russo’s lawyer, Higgins, then hit the Call button.