Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

Nobody looked at me directly, which told me they'd already talked about this before I walked through the door, likely over brandy, with my father's name mentioned more than once. I let the silence sit there long enough to turn uncomfortable. Then I peeled the glove off my right hand, one finger at a time, and set it on the table like I was folding a napkin after dinner. Next, I pulled my father's ring from my jacket pocket. It was an old iron band with a small crescent moon carved into it. He wore it every day while giving me underworld orders that were far more dangerous than anything these men were doing to me now. I placed the ring in the middle of the table. The cold iron scraped softly

“Left hand.” I held it up between us, and Declan slipped the gold ring onto my ring finger. It had a faint pink sheen to it, some kind of rose gold, and an even fainter tracery. Something Irish. I fell in love with it instantly, and I knew I’d be driving every member of the casino’s staff nuts showing it to literally everyone, sometimes twice to make sure I hadn’t missed anyone. “I’ll put mine on later,” Declan said. “I can’t reach it from here.”

I couldn’t get my voice to work. “YES, OF COURSE, YES.” I scream. I launch myself at them as they continue to kneel in front of me. Alexi takes the ring from the box as Jayson holds my hand still so he can slip it on my finger. I will not ask how they knew my size but the ring fits perfectly. “The center stone is an eight carat pink diamond. We knew you would love it.” Alexi told me.

I smiles at him, “Trust me, I was having the same internal war as you.” “Good to know,” he smirks. “Now what about this ring?” “It belonged to my Great, Great Grandmother, Besina Vespasiano. It’s a poison ring, which she used to kill her abusive father and create our family legacy.” “So that’s why you wore it,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “You planned to poison me during dinner.” “Of course, but you were stingy and refused to share your glass with your date,” I say with mock disapproval.

Nelson walks in holding Jessica's hand and greets Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sweetly. Grandfather Gray holds Nelson up to seats him on his lap. He reaches into his pocket to pulls out a black velvet box and hands it to Nina Morrison, "Nina, take it." When Nina Morrison opens the box it's a simple and classic black jade ring. On the velvet side, there is a half-moon chrysanthemum inlayed by the white jade. Nina Morrison's heart thumps. On the door of Gray Family, there is also a half-moon chrysanthemum...

Rocky beset ignoring Detective Kennedy's salutations . “ I am sorry for bugging you Mr — ” “ Hit the nail on the head ! ” Rocky interrupted Detective Kennedy “ You are going to be trying this stuff on . On your Index finger. ” Detective Kennedy carps tossing a silver ring with a blue signet at the top . Rocky's face turn slowly into a frown then into a mischievous smirk . He leans forward causing Detective Kennedy lean backward in defense . “ How did you get such an expensive signet ring ? ” Rocky beset scrunching his nose in disgust .

One an intricately woven rich yellow gold wedding ring and the betrothal ring, with its fabulously rare pink diamond gleaming like a lustrous living thing from a bed of exquisite white diamonds. She’d meant to return the rings to Adrastos when she’d returned to London, but she’d pushed them into this drawer along with the credit card and promptly forgotten about them. Wanted to forget about them. Needed to forget about them. Until now… Her brother had missed the jackpot when he’d left the rings behind, she thought helplessly. The pink diamond alone would’ve paid off his debts, with an obscene amount left over for him to spend further.

*** "BABE, look at this one. I like it because of its pink diamond. One of the rarest diamonds. I am sure if our son gets married in the future, we can pass it on to him and his future family. We can make it an heirloom." Grace brought the pink diamond ring she was holding closer to Paolo. They sat side by side on a long sofa. But Paolo's mind was elsewhere.