Jared Donalson Novels & Stories

he said as I interrupted him. “A tough time? You don’t get anything Jared, you weren’t there! I let a boy die, I sent him to his death!” I yelled again as I stood up and slammed my fists down on the table. “Shit happens Damon, that’s not on you, Darwin killed him!” he said equally angry now. “I could’ve stopped it and I didn’t,” I replied. “Stepping down over guilt is not going to take it away!” he yelled at me. “I can’t shift Jared!” I yelled as he looked at me in disbelief.

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

sure?”“The only way to protect you and the baby is to burn the entire network to the ground. Including the parts of it that have my fingerprints on them.”It was the most dangerous decision he’d ever made. Not because of the FBI—he could manage the FBI. Because of what it meant. He was surrendering the thing that had defined him for fourteen years. The empire. The power. The identity of The Don. He was choosing to be something else—something smaller, something vulnerable, something that could be hurt by a subpoena or a headline instead of a bullet.He was choosing to be a husband. A father. A man instead of a myth.Sophia stood up. Walked to him. Took the coffee mug out of his hand and set it

“Did you not hear me?” “I heard, but you seem to have forgotten that I’ve been hunted my entire life. This wouldn’t be anything new,” I stated firmly. “Furthermore, I would appreciate it if you stopped following me. If you’d like to be friends, that’s fine, but not as my guard or whatever this arrangement is supposed to be.” Then, I added, “Also, please make sure to inform Dane that if he wants to stalk me, he should do it himself.” Kendra stood up from her chair, unsure of what to say. It seemed she was in a state of shock as she asked, “Did you know that Dash was helping Kade?”

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

He was smiling, but concerned that I was going down a deep, dark hole. "Adonis," he said, trembling. "Are you sure about this?" "Sure about what, Dad?" I asked, pretending to be dumb, despite the fact that I knew exactly what he meant. He wheeled his chair closer to me, his gaze fixed on mine. "Donnie, you know what I mean. This marriage is doomed from the start. You can't even stand the girl.” My jaw tightened. "That's not true," I responded, my voice steady. "She isn't a bad choice, and I'm sure I'll grow to like her. "I've made my decision."

“I’ll be out soon.” Still staring at myself, I willed my face not to look empty or soulless. The last thing I needed was for anyone to know how miserable I truly was. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the dressing room, flashing Wilbet a practiced smile. “We’re going to be late,” he said again, voice tense. “No, we’re not. Malcolm is rich. The rich never start at the appointed time,” I replied breezily. “Now stop frowning—you’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

However, he had never felt so insulted until now. “How dare you call me ugly! I’ll have you know that faces like mine can turn any straight man gay!” It was true. With a face that could get him evicted from a country for superior aesthetical genetics and a style that set the trends, Jericho Jadwin was one of the most handsome humans to grace this planet. Yet, there was Dawn Daniels, a childhood friend who was blind to that beauty. “Save it for the pigs,” Dawn growled and wrestled from Jericho’s death grip, freeing himself and yanking himself out of the seat. “I’ll call you after I get a new phone.”

Perhaps there might be an upside to this deal. "Oh oh, here comes the main man!" Dustin said, directing his grin at a distance. I followed his gaze and saw Don Morano, Leonardo's uncle, walking right at us with a squad of bodyguards. He exchanged cheerful pleasantries with Dustin and greeted Monica and me as well. "Come on, let's head to a private place," Don Morano said. "Lady Lexi, it's been a great pleasure meeting you, but I have to leave now. Perhaps you could meet my daughter," Dustin said as he walked away with Don Morano.