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 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.

he asks the woman pointing to my dream ring. She smiles at him before saying “Great choice, this one is four point seventy carats with a halo and platinum band covered in small diamonds with a pink diamond in the center.” She says as she hands over the ring to Gio who places it on my ring finger and the woman and her colleague smile. “It fits perfectly looks like we found the one, what do think sweetheart?” he says eyeing me as I glance back and forth between him and the ring. “I think it’s beautiful Gio.” I stare at it still awestruck by the gorgeous

Salvatore's authority is firm; the Outfit always stands by the reigning Capo, always. "I... your mother's ring," I stammered, searching my memory. "I don't really remember..." He nodded, his eyes holding mine. "Three-stone diamond, blue Tiffany box. Do you have it?" My mind raced, desperately trying to recall any trace of that ring. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded with feigned certainty, "Oh, that one! I remember now. I have it, Vince, but it's back in New York. I never sold it. If we ever go back, I promise I'll give it back to you."

Carlo took out an exquisite box and opened it, revealing a pink diamond ring inside. "Wendy, that dead man gave you an ordinary ring. This one I'm giving you is a unique pink diamond. If you agree to come back with me, I'll let bygones be bygones," Carlo said. "He's not some 'dead man'. His name is Lucaro!" My voice rose several octaves. I had always hated anyone insulting Lucaro. I pointed at the ring in his other hand. "I only want the one Lucaro gave me." Feeling furious, Carlo's breathing grew heavier, and the fingers holding the ring had turned white.

I let out a watery laugh, burying my face in his chest as he strokes my hair. He exhales sharply, sitting up slightly and reaching for something on the nightstand. I watch as he pulls off the signet ring from his pinky finger, the one that marks him as a Dragonetti, and holds it between his fingers. “Give me your hand,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Confused, I lift my hand, and he slides the ring onto my finger. It’s heavy, too big for me, but it sits there like it’s meant to be.