Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story Novels & Stories

The sound of footsteps echoing in the distance signaled the return of the attendants, their worried expressions mirroring the chaos that had just unfolded. Cherry slowly rose from the floor, her fists still clenched and her jaw set in determination. "Are you alright, miss?" one attendant asked tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Cherry brushed off the concern, her focus entirely on finding a way to regain the upper hand in this twisted game.

The blood on screen was merely theater, designed to make a foolish woman break. And she was breaking precisely on schedule. "Donna Carmela," a raspy, arrogant voice boomed through the speakers as Don De Luca stepped into the camera frame. "Your son is a stubborn dog. But even stubborn dogs learn to heel when you break enough ribs. You have forty-eight hours to transfer the container terminal deeds in Livorno to my account, or I send him back to Siena in pieces." "You have six hours before I lose my patience, De Luca," I said, my voice smooth, velvet-wrapped steel. "And when I lose my patience, your entire bloodline pays the debt."

Mr Ardi was crowded himself, while Ujang looked at Cherty with a look for an explanation. "All of you, please listen to me carefully." Cherry gave instructions to all all workers in front of her. "I'm going out. If Brother Langit aks, tell him I'm doing homework with my group, maybe I'll come back a little late." Adi And Ruri were nodding their head, a sign that they understood. While Ujang was still silent, he noticed the sexy, slightly revealing Cherry appearance with a suspicious look. "Miss, I'm sorry if I am so brave, but where exactly are you going?"

Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it.

Cherry motioned with his head to the other end of the yard, the end the furthest away from the inmates and guards. “Let’s stand,” Dom said in a low voice that he knew conveyed to the cons that his attention span was short and they were wasting his time. Cherry held up his gloved hands and grinned. “Standing is good.” He glanced nervously toward Rod’s boys, who were leaning against the fence on the other side of the yard. “You hear what the scuffle was about yesterday?” Dom shrugged. “Bits.” He watched Cherry’s breath. He was nervous if his breathing was any sign.

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

Famiglia members unaware of the truth turned their gaze toward me. I pushed the doors open. When I passed him, I stopped and smiled. "Nice performance, Don Falcone. Too bad it's time to step off the stage." I headed straight to the table. I knew today would be the final round. Either he died today, or I did. The air smelled of cigar ash and old metal. Scarpa tossed three shell casings onto the table. They rang sharply as they landed. It was an old tradition. They signified the three charges.

Cherry also got up and followed me. As I was about to close my room door, Cherry pushed it open. "You should go to your room," I said. Cherry smiled and walked to sit on my bed. I just wanted to be alone. I was angry with nobody. "Cherry, leave the room," I said. "What if I do not leave?" She asked, and I took in a deep breath. "I would scream," I said. She smiled and walked to me. Her hands were on my shoulder. "Let it out," she said. "No one is hurting you, but save your baby the stress."

It was a crazy idea, seeing that we couldn't actually know for sure which one Don would be in, but that was all we could rely on for now. Antonio went to the right, and I took the left. "Is your walkie-talkie working?" I asked. "Tell me immediately you find Don." I took the stairs two at a time, eager to know what was waiting for me at the top. I was really looking forward to meeting this Don who has caused me so much headache... I took cover behind a statue I saw at the top of the stairs. That man said something about a games room. What were the odds that we would actually find him there?

He followed close behind, his eyes fixed on Jayden, a triumphant glint in their depths. Jayden watched them go, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to get Jessica out of there. He had to stop George. He looked around the room, searching for anything he could use. His eyes fell on the chains hanging from the ceiling. An idea sparked in his mind. It was a risky plan, but it was the only chance he had.