Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

His pride was crushed under my heel effortlessly. Back in the car, we finally arrived at my hotel. Before I got out, Killian grabbed my wrist. In a panic, he pulled a black velvet box from his suit and held it out to me. "Nyx, take this." His eyes were completely red. He was practically crawling. "An apology gift." Holding back my disgust, I flipped it open. Inside sat a massive, flawless emerald ring. The Donna's ring. The ultimate symbol of power for the Mafia Don's wife.

He reached into his jacket pocket and set a small box on the table. “If that’s the case, I see no reason to delay the alliance” He opened it. A pink diamond ring caught the light cold and sharp. “Put it on,” he said. My fingers felt numb as I picked it up. It was beautiful. Under different circumstances, I might’ve wanted it. I slid it onto my finger because the room was watching and saying no wasn’t an option. The moment it settled the table erupted in applause. “You’re Moretti property now” the old man murmured, low enough that only I heard it.

He observes me, I look away, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinising gaze. "Oh! And this..." I look at the engagement ring he gave me. "I was going to return it" I begin to take it off but it doesn't budge, I try to stick my nail in the tiny space to get it to move. "That's shocking. I thought I lost weight after all the stress" I say perplexed. Salvatore laughs at my comment. I give him a nasty side eye while fighting with the ring. Why is it not moving? "This ring belongs to the Queen of the Moretti mafia, it rightfully belongs on the finger of my wife" he comments.

"Oh, God!" Dad smirked. I heard Mom gasped as she watches us. "If you still have doubts then this would do," he said. He then traced a circle on the poco brandy and it does the same. The glass has been cut. Then what Daddy William might say is true! And the diamond leaves no streak. "Now what? Still don't believe me?" Dad said. I pulled my hand back again as I hold my ring. "Even if I believe you or don't that doesn't change the fact that I and Dominick are engaged," I said.

The Gambino family's highest decree: every Don must be married before taking office. So the moment I came back from studying abroad, my father sent me to intern at the family company run by my fiancé, Ethan Clark—to prepare me for taking over family operations, pave the way for me to become the next Don of the Gambinos, and, you know, build some chemistry between us while we were at it. The first day I walked in, I saw a woman holding court, surrounded by everyone, with everyone deferring to her, calling her "Mrs. Clark" with practiced reverence. She tore up a two-hundred-million-dollar contract, and they all applauded. She spotted the ring on my finger, and they all reached out to take it o

“Are those old men in the family behaving themselves?” “Paul’s territories have all been absorbed. I redistributed thirty percent of the profits to the other uncles. “They’re practically worshipping me as their own daughter now.” Don Corleone smiled in satisfaction. “You’re more suited to that seat than I ever was.” “There’s ice in your heart and a blade in your hand, but you haven’t lost your mind.” He reached under his pillow and took out an exquisite wooden box. Inside lay a pure gold ring engraved with an ouroboros.

He opened it in front of me and I saw a gigantic diamond ring, God, at least of twelve carats, sitting on the dark velvet cushion. “Now that is a proposal.” Mario smiled. “Figured I should be better prepared if I want you to do such a big favor.” “Fine. But only for that gem.” I couldn’t believe my own eyes. “Oh, and I also need to consult with my father, if it’s okay with you.” “Your family is true Italian good mafia. Believe me, your father wouldn’t say no to a Pestcatore.” Mario took out the ring and put it on my finger. “It looks good on you.”

“What of the Pyramid Mark on your neck? The one you so covered with your coat?” All eyes turn to Godfather. “I saw McNamara, too. The commissioner must be among, isn’t he?” My words make Godfather tremble. “One big government heist. Or should I say… cult?” Father lunges for me, his stick raised. Nephilim pulls him back in time to avoid the hit. Their gaze instinctively goes to his collar, and what they see knocks them off their feet. “Where did you get this mark, Il Padrino?” Nephilim's voice is almost dazed.

the old man asked. "I do," we vowed again. "Lady Ezra," he beckoned. Lady Ezra stepped forward and took a small box from a male slave. She opened it and took out a ring and then came to us, bowed, and slid the ring onto the middle finger of Nik's right hand. She took another ring and slid it onto the middle finger of my right hand too. It was a gold ring with a large red stone on top of it. I had a suspicion that it wasn't ruby.

The rage was cold, precise, and absolute. She hadn't just sold a ring. She had declared war. "A rare 4.21-carat pink diamond ring, designed by renowned jeweler Marcus Chen. The stone's exceptional clarity and unique rose hue make this a once-in-a-lifetime acquisition for any serious collector." The large display screen illuminated with high-definition images of the ring. My ring. The one I'd designed personally. The one that represented everything sacred about my daughter's birth. "No," I whispered, the word torn from my throat.