I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man Novels & Stories

His men now surrounded us, their hands wrapped around their guns as if Dad had ordered them to shoot me dead if I try anything funny. To be fair, I didn't plan to do anything he wouldn't like, only if he released my brother. Else, I can't promise both of our safety out of this place. "I'm here, the deal is done." I said, stretching my hand forward. Dad craned his neck and nodded at his right hand man. Santos gave a curt nod before stepping forward. "Give it here." He demanded, in that rough tone I hated the most. This bastard thought he was above me, just because Dad had given him so much power as his right hand man. He was a pathetic bastard who would do anything, no matter how degrading, i

I ask, groaning into my hand . "Yup we are going to get you drunk and hopefully laid " "Oh no "

“You better learn to stand your ground if you want to survive here. You hear me?” He nodded slowly, trembling slightly. Then I pushed him forward, raising my head to glare at Salvatore. “You speak about rules, old man, forgetting I make them just so I can break them. That’s who I am, Salvatore. You can’t change it, none of you can.” I looked around the table at them, making sure to look them right in the eyes. “Starting today, Luca Santino is my right-hand man, and there’s nothing any of you here can do about it.”

“It came to you. That’s how you know it’s real.” “I’m not doing this alone,” I said, turning back to the room. “If you want me to lead, then I have one condition.” They waited. “I want Aristide Moretti as my right hand… equal in counsel. And I want a promise from every leader here, on your name and blood, that you will not follow me blindly. You will give me your minds. Your thoughts. Your truths. Even when they oppose mine.” Murmurs swept the room. A few surprised glances. But then nods—firm, quiet, reverent.

My hands wrapped around the base on pure reflex, one wasn't enough, so I used both, gripping firmly like I was holding an oversized microphone. I had no choice now. I was the one who'd offered. I was the one who'd volunteered to 'help.' There was no backing out. God, why couldn't you have let me fall for an actual prince charming... This man was the devil himself.

I said giving one more peck on his lips. "Give me your hand," I said extending my hand towards him. "Hand? You can have all of me if you want too." He replied immediately. Of course, I want all of you. I lifted the ring in my hand so show him why I was asking for his hand. "Oh. Sorry, I don't...." "Did I ask you for a ring? Stop and give me your hand." I said and I myself took his hand in mine. Here I was dying to slide the ring in his finger and yet he was testing my patience.

Well baby, I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another girl (Like you) This ring here represents my heart But there's just one thing I need from you (Say I do) Because I could see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our clothes in the sand I could see us on the countryside Sittin' on the grass layin' side by side I smiled thinking of him saying this, "Ain't another woman that can take your spot!" That would be sweet and lovely to hear from the man you are head over heels.

Forcing her to look up at him, she wasn't willing. And in another second he held her wrist, taking it up in front of his eyes to see what damage she had done to herself. His eyes widened at the blood covered skin. And something kicked in him that he forced her to open her right hand palm too. Her eyes were red and she tried to push him away but he was hundred times stronger than her fragile frame of bones. "I said open your palm!" He shouted in her face not caring about the effect it actually had on other people. Her hands trembled as she forced her fingers to unfold and reveal what was in her palm.

His left pinky was smashed—skin, bone, and everything. “Aurora, as long as it eases your anger, I’ll do anything. Every bit of suffering you went through, I’ll take it all back on myself, tenfold. If I so much as blink, I’m not a man!” He lifted the hammer again and slammed it down a second time. Sweat soaked his forehead. He was shaking, but he kept his eyes locked on me as he continued, “Aurora, we’re one. From now on, I’ll be your right hand, and you’ll be my left. We’ll never be apart again, okay?”

Is he going to just sleep on my lap with the loud movie still on like this? “You watch it…” he replied without a care. I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. In all my life, I’ve never met an asshole like him before. “Give me your left hand…” Hayden demanded with his eyes still closed. I sucked in a breath in sudden realization. He’s asking specifically for my left hand, the hand that he had claimed as his own. I hesitated and Hayden began losing his patience with me. “Malissa…your left hand…” he repeated, his voice dead serious.