Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

He jokes, winking at me as he runs his fingers over his jet-black hair. My eyes immediately focus on the enormous circular gold ring he wears on his pinky finger, which demonstrates his mob affiliation and it gleams under the street lamps. I've noticed that only a few of the goons, including Ace, have earned theirs. The ring is carved with an elaborate 'E' surrounded by small diamonds that signify the Esposito family name. I inhale and exhale loudly, rubbing my hands up and down the length of my frigid arms.

So why would she expect something that didn't exist? She forced down the bitterness rising in her throat and opened the box. She wasn't disappointed. The design of the ring was exquisite, the handiwork of the renowned jewelry designer Evangeline Quirino-Madrid, the very owner of La Mujer. Just as Giovanni had said, the centerpiece stone was a pink star diamond. It was stunning. And without a doubt, wearing it would be dangerous. It was bound to attract thieves. She slipped it onto the ring finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. But it would have been nice if Giovanni had been the one to place the ring on her finger, imagining what that moment might have felt like.

She turned and walked away, escorted by the silent, towering men, her shame making her feet feel like lead. Damien stood in the silence, listening to the hasty clack of her shoes retreating, waiting until he was certain she was gone from the premises. He pulled his cuff back, revealing his wrist—a habit born from years of ensuring his own faint, white scar was hidden beneath layers of fabric. He lifted his phone. His voice, when it finally broke the tense silence, was soft, yet edged with lethal intent.

I raised my right hand, and a pink diamond ring gleamed exquisitely in the afternoon sun. My view was misty again. I sniffed hard, and the handsome face of austere coldness sprung into my mind. My smile turned genuine. “You sure picked a good one, Papa. He’s a smart, tall, handsome mafia—and an incredible pain in the ass—exactly my type."

Tears finally fell from his eyes, dripping onto the page and blending with my old tear stains. He held the diary close and walked to the window, gazing out at the garden. "Margherita," he whispered, "I'm sorry. A thousand apologies could never bring you back." He pulled a gun from the drawer and chambered a round. Then he sank to one knee—just like when he had proposed—and slipped the sapphire ring onto his left pinky. In our country's tradition, wearing a ring on the pinky symbolized both singleness and remembrance.

It's fine because I don't get drunk easily. "Where's the birthday boy?" Phoenix mouthed Gaius' direction. I noticed him talking with his parents, cousins, and several elderly people. "I heard that his father gave him an antique ring that was owned by the late king of Egypt." That was quite intriguing. "I wonder where Tito Gustavio bought that." I could imagine what it could look like. The image of an antique gold ring with a 14. 2-carat blue diamond is popping up in my head.

He stopped dead in his tracks. The memory hit him with the physical force of a freight train. The ring. Damon had worn it every single day. A thick, heavy band of silver set with a smooth, pale, iridescent white stone, worn permanently on the middle finger of his right hand. “What is it, Papa?” a young Jax had asked decades ago, sitting on Damon’s knee. “Mother of pearl, my boy,” Damon had smiled, ruffling his hair with that exact hand. “A rare, beautiful thing.”

Amy noted, but she couldn't help but check out the rings from the side of her eye. "You don't actually believe that." Zander chuckled. Amy looked at him like she was so pissed, I was a little afraid she would reach for her gun, but Zander just gave her that look. It was like a dad look not to be rude, but weird because he was a teenager. It worked though and she snatched a ring from the box. Hers had a pearl and mine a pink gemstone on a black band. His was just solid black that he placed on his finger.

"Every time I touch this tattoo, it turns me on." "Should we go again another round, I will be gentle. " "Hell no!" she said as he staggered up into the bathroom. * Don Pedro phone beeped, and he picked it up. Hello!! Yes, I can hear you." Came his husky voice "I found someone who knows where he fled to." He caresses the gun on the table with his left hand still holding the cigarettes in between his fingers, that bared three huge gold rings as big as his fingers.

"And she is not my wife. Your mother is a shameless whore!" "You are nothing." I saw the blood trickling from Giuseppe's temple. To prove my claim, I shakily removed the ring from my finger. It was the Benedetto family signet ring, the one Salvatore himself had placed on my hand eight years ago. "Then how do you explain this family ring?" The manor erupted in jeers and laughter. Carmela sauntered over, her heels clicking on the stone. She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight.