Romans & histoires Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story

"A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?" He smiled and reached for my hand like nothing had happened. "Hey. Being the Don of the Ferro Family, it's not that big a deal." But there was pride at the corner of his mouth. I stepped back, out of reach. "So the bet with Vivian — that's why you put on this act for three years?" "You've got the talent. Why not head to Hollywood with her?" Finally, the careless mask slipped. His brow tightened. "Don't get the wrong idea. The bet was just whether you'd believe this ring came from a sweepstakes."

~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, the Don adopted the daughter of Mr. Vale and has kept her locked away in the mansion. He arrived with her last night and has refused to let her go." "He addresses her as his captive, saying he is holding her captive and she belongs to him. I tried to find out why, but I could not get the information out of his assistant or the guards sire." The house keeper whispered into the phone, while scanning if anyone was around. The old Don could not help but sigh helplessly. His son was stubborn and liked to do things of his own accord but those things could put him in a mess or even get him in trouble.

I felt myself falling backward, arms windmilling helplessly. Time seemed to stand still as I realized what was happening. My head was going to hit the marble coffee table behind me. The sharp corner was rushing toward me like a weapon. The impact was devastating. Pain exploded through my skull. Bright white light filled my vision. Then everything went black. But the darkness wasn’t empty. Images flooded my mind like a broken dam releasing years of trapped water. *I was standing outside Alessandro’s penthouse, my hand shaking as I pressed the buzzer.*

Cher asked Denver and Roy. Denver thinks as he hums when they’re getting their backpacks. When they walk past the department, Angelito is waiting at the parking lot. Cher blushes as the Don looks in their direction. “Gosh! So handsome!” She mumbles, bursting out her excitement. Nonetheless, Denver grins at him and waves to Angelito. The Don’s forehead creases in his gestures. “Come here!” Denver drew in his lips as he went to them. Cher shrinks in so much pleasure when Angelito is closer to him, some inches away from her body.

I lost consciousness in the white light. When I came to, my head was splitting. I turned my neck slowly. Bandages wrapped my arms. Gauze pressed cold against my cheek. My left ear rang with a high, steady whine. I was alive. Dante. The thought of him hit me like a freight train, and I fought my way upright. "Where's Dante?" The nurse flinched. "Dr. Ashford, please lie back down." "Where is he?"

" The maid bobbed her head and rushed to the cellar. The heavy door groaned open— And a scream tore through the silence. "Don! Something's wrong!! Mrs. Corleone... she's dead! And there's a dead baby beside her!"

"Nice to meet you too" Cherry sat down and looked at the table, there is nothing on it, no drink, no bear and again she thought, "What will you be doing in a bar with having no intention of drinking" "Waiter!" Cherry screamed and a waiter appeared immediately, Good morning ladies, what can I get you?" "Get us two bottles of beer, thank you" Cherry stated and turned to see Noami frowning, "One bottle please" Noami told the waiter and Cherry stared at her confused.

Cherry said and walked closer to me as she took off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. "I'd like to know how well you do it when you are completely conscious." She said. I wanted so much to push her off me and kick her out but of course I did nothing. What could I do? She had even pad locked her handbag after putting the camera back in. Cherry took off my shirt and ran her fingers on my chest. She looked into my eyes and then my lips then she closed her eyes and started to kiss me. Kira POV "Don't call me mom when it's just the two of us or even three of us together. Do you understand?" Mrs Donaldson said.

He looked at the three of us his mother, his father, his father standing together the way they'd stood at a hundred railings, a hundred Saturday mornings, a hundred dinner tables. "Full circle," he said. "Not finished," I said. "No," he said. "Never finished. Just complete enough to keep going." He smiled the real one, fully his now, belonging to no one else. "Come on," he said. "I'm buying dinner. Everyone." And we went. THE END The Don's Secret Heir A novel For the women who kept the bottles in their second drawers. And for the children who grew up deciding before they could talk.

“He is one of my heirs. I can’t wait for the fucking storm. We need to form a search now and find him. I popped the phone back into its place and shook my head. He can do that bullshit, but I won’t participate. I’m pretty sure Orlo is doing okay and just tired of his father’s bullshit. The phone rings before I can step away, and I sigh. I reached for it, and Cherry returned wearing one of my boxers and my shirt. Her hair was wrapped in a high ponytail. Her hair is not entirely dry, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.