Novel & Cerita Godfather Pinky Ring

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.

"I do. With my life and all that I am, I will keep you safe forever." Thunderous applause filled the chapel. I met his gaze and whispered, "I do as well. Silas Rossi, thank you for catching me when I fell." He didn't put the ring on my ring finger, but respectfully placed it on my middle finger. After that, he raised his left hand. I gasped. His ring finger bore the same pink diamond, but beneath it ran a jagged scar. He had left the mark deliberately, so I would never feel inferior. "Now we're the same," he murmured in my ear.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, he slowly slid down the wall and collapsed onto the floor. Once the ceremony ended and the crowd dispersed, I returned to the lounge and saw Papa violently bashing Marco. When Papa saw me, he quickly stopped, afraid of scaring me. Marco wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and staggered toward me. "Marco, we were friends!" Papa barked. "How could you hurt my daughter?" Marco muttered an apology, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside was a pink diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg.

I laugh at him, only Manfred Russo could put together a wedding on a remote island in less than a week. “That is irrelevant, every bride should have an engagement ring.” He opens the box to reveal the antique-style ring with a diamond on it so big, I’m sure it’ll weigh me down. “This was my grandmother's ring, her and my grandfather lived a long and happy life together. He made her very happy, and it will always be my intention to do the same with you.” “It’s perfect.” I stare at it, mesmerized, as he takes it from the box and slides it onto my finger.

“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.

I push away all the thoughts as the darkness leads me to the inside bar, the shelves lined up with vintage alcohol and wine gleams against my eye I sit on the bar stool, watching with gleam as the darkness mixes my alcohol, he’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves up to reveal those sexy tattoos, my heart seems to quicken anytime I see them. “A glass, angel?” He asks, setting the glass on the table. There’s this way that the darkness talks, calm and steady, like he doesn’t give a fuck of what world thinks. I wish I could talk like that. However, when he stretches his fingers, I see something that almost makes me want to drop dead, on his left fingers written in shimmering dark ink i

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and something glinted under the hallway lights as he pulled it out. It was a ruby ring. My blood instantly ran cold. Mamma had put that ring on my finger just before she died. It was the only thing she ever left me. Later, Sofia set her sights on it. And one day, it disappeared from my jewelry box. "Apologize to Principessa Sofia," Dante said, holding the ring high above his head as he towered above me. "Apologize, and I'll give the ring back to you. Otherwise, I'll smash it to pieces right now."