Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

The most powerful billionaire in the New York shipping industry, a man who had never bowed to a single board director or corporate rival in his life, was looking up at me with absolute vulnerability in his eyes. He opened the box. Resting on the white silk inside was an exquisite, vintage platinum ring. A massive, flawless emerald-cut diamond sat in the center, flanked by two delicate baguette diamonds that caught the firelight perfectly. It was his grandmother’s real engagement ring—the one Charles Castellano had never been allowed to give to Evelyn Mariel.

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

"No, it seems like you don't understand the weight of this situation, what on earth did you do to piss off our godfather? How did you get yourself into trouble with a man like him?" "What stupid godfather? Oh- you have a fake godfather that you are working for don't you?" Desmond laughed at him. Capo looked at Desmond and shook his head. "I don't think you have a functioning brain, our Padrino is almost here," Capo stood up and the guys carried his chair away. "How much did she say that she'll give you?" Desmond asked as he made to walk away. "What?" "How much did she promise you? I'll give you double what she promised you, now release me," Desmond demanded.

"The truth is, your uncle wasn't just my benefactor—he was my partner in something more. All of the businesses Greyson is a front for are what he deals in. All this is criminal. He has an underground ring of trafficking women and children and he is the top five seller of illegal weapons in America. He's involved in so many illegal dealings, that he's practically a mafia don. I admit I was once part of his Ring. We were even partners until he betrayed me,".

I saw the ring on finger, the one that symbolized her position as Madre of the mafia family. Once, Fiorenzo had slipped that same ring onto my finger. For a moment, my blood felt like it had frozen solid. Fiorenzo spoke in his usual tone. "Go sit down." I sat down stiffly and lifted my teacup, draining it in one gulp. Instantly, scalding water tore down my throat. A flash of satisfaction crossed Gianna's face before she put on a helpless expression. "Does it taste bad? But Fiorenzo said you would like it."

“I’ll personally introduce you to my other cousins. They’re the ones tracking Alfio and his sons’ activities in Greece, which I believe I’ve already told you. What else?” “Mad Man holds the Buffalo and Yonkers operations. Soon Phoenix will organize an underground auction, and he is sending them an invitation. We will lure the bad cousin since I think we have items he’ll hardly resist, thanks to the information you sent us.” “It’s from the twins. Which item?” “It’s the rare Pink Star diamond necklace stolen from an A-list celebrity and a sixty-carat diamond ring once owned by a wife of the Earl of Monmouth in the 1860s.”

It was a fifteen-carat ring with a pink square diamond at its centre. I handed the box to Vincent, who admired the ring as he nodded his approval. "Not too bad," he answered. This was the first approving thing he had said so far. "But, you could have gone bigger. You know how we do things in our family?" He commented as he handed the box back to me.

"Finally." I raised a brow. "What happened?" She held up her left hand. Bare. The fingers, usually adorned with at least one antique ring or designer band, were naked. Her voice dropped to something like disbelief. "It's gone. My ring." I blinked. "Which ring?" "The pink diamond, Lawrence. The one your father gave me when we got engaged. The Argyle diamond. Do you think I'd misplace that?" She gestured toward the vanity across the room, where a marble tray was supposed to sit beside the mirror. But it wasn't there. Just perfectly aligned cologne bottles and towels so tightly rolled it looked like they had never been touched.

My finger still smarts, the stinging giving way to swelling around the metal he placed on, knowing it would never be removed again. For some reason unknown to me, I feel somewhat honoured he would give me a ring I had always fantasised about owning and in the face of admitting that he would never let me go by ensuring the ring would never leave my body again unless I were dead and they severed my finger to claim back the heirloom that now belongs on my ring finger. I hadn't known his grandfather designed the ring to hurt the one he loved. I hadn't expected that, but it doesn't seem unsurprising. Men in the mafia seem to have dark souls and even darker intentions.