Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

"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.

Alex moved away, her dark eyes circling with something close to excitement as she said, "Then make it worth it, little prince," Paris still had his frown on, his eyes staring down to look at her, before pausing at the crescent tattoo around her collarbone, an eyebrow of his raising. "Where did you get that?" "A tattoo shop," She replied curtly then nudged her head towards the sun ring on his finger. "And where did you get that ring?" "My godfather gave it to me." He replied in the same tone she did. "Hmm," Was all she said before asking, "So deal?" "Deal." ~ Author's note: He didn't win.

On our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest.

"She was a pawn! It's always been you!" "Love?" I started to laugh, but tears streamed down my face. "This is your love?" He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, pulling a velvet box from his suit pocket. Inside was a massive diamond ring, glittering under the lights. "Look, I had this custom-made for you," he said, his voice trembling. "A ten-carat pink diamond. One of a kind." I glanced at the ring, and my heart sank into a pit of ice. The inside of the band was engraved. Not with my initial. It was Fiorella's initial. An ornate 'F'.

"You're mine now. I will never let you go." Sinclair raised her hand. Gazing at the work of art he had placed on her finger. A square-cut pink diamond, set in gold, with tiny emeralds and pink stones surrounding the band and the precious jewel itself. The perfect piece must be an antique, unique, and must have cost millions. None of that matters. Only his love.

I sometimes cannot cope up with the changes but I am trying my best to get used to it. I mentally sigh and stare at my ring. I have two rings on my ring finger. The first one is the ring Vicenzo given to me. The sign of the Santorini clan and the second one is our ring now. It is simple but elegant and it is complemented with the design of the first ring. "They change the music" Gordon stated in a toneless voice when the soft music was replaced by something more hype.

"The plan is too aggressive. It'll attract the Feds. Isabella, your decision is impulsive." He used my first name, his tone dripping with the condescension of an elder who thought he knew better. The air in the room froze. All eyes turned to me. I didn't say a word. I just lifted my gaze to meet his, and then slowly, deliberately, began to turn the heavy gold ring on my finger. My father's ring. My ring. The color drained from Gambino's face. A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. He broke my gaze and lowered his proud head. You could have heard a pin drop. My era had begun.

They look great, I'm so glad she still uses them. "I feel likes it's missing something. I'm trying to find one of my rings but I think I left it at home" She sighs in defeat. She already has on her small daisy ring, I don't think she ever even takes that one off. "Here, will this work?" I slip off my gold ring and hold it out to her. She looks at me doubtfully before grinning and taking it out of my hand. It's a small gold band I got when my grandfather died ten years ago, I wear it on my pinky because that's the only finger it will fit on. Amelia tries it on a few different fingers before settling on the fourth one, grinning as it slides on perfectly.

‌I wi‍ped m⁠y face, forced⁠ my legs to‍ work, and stepped closer each step felt⁠ like walking toward my own execution but I braced my hand⁠s on the matt‍ress and lean⁠ed there was a fi‌nger, severed finger and on it was a ring. Platinum, gold F. Black square. Every man in‌ th‍e Falcone fa‌mily wore one and my‍ s⁠tomach d‌ropped out‌ comple‍tely. “No,” I sobbed, collapsing forward, pressing my face i‍nt‍o the sheets. “No, no‌, no” A voice cut through the room. “ Do you re‍cognize the ri⁠ng?” I jerked upright, heart slamming⁠ vio‍lently as I‌ stare⁠d toward‌ the wall speaker.‍ “Does it look fa‌mi‍liar?”

She told me, holding out a little box. I set down my coffee cup and took the box. I opened it and saw my father’s ring. It was a family heirloom and had been passed down to first born sons for generations. The Phantom took it after killing my father. I stared at it. The ring was pale gold and held a topaz and an emerald, both marquise cut and positioned so they looked like eyes. It was the symbol of my family line. Our eyes would be similar to one of the two stones. Only I had a mixture of the two.