Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story Novels & Stories

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.

"It's a choice. I'm just giving the family a chance to avoid a war." The room was silent. Finally, Donato, the oldest among them, spoke. "I propose we suspend today's meeting. These are serious accusations. They require a deeper investigation." My goal was mostly achieved. I turned and walked out, leaving a pale, shattered Victor in my wake. That night, I was in my study with a glass of red wine when my phone rang. Victor's name flashed on the screen. "We need to talk. For the family." A smile touched my lips.

he called out. "Would you like to do the honours?" He asked because Carlos was he's right-handed man. " Ti avrei voluto bene, ma puoi avere il piacere di farlo da solo" Carlos said. Ally tried to stand up because the noise around was slowly driving her nuts. It took her less than a minute to to get up surprisingly. She was tired, hungry, scared and obviously needed rest so she turned to her right and decided she was going to ask for help because how was she going survive, as she walked up to the house she saw some figures not too far from her and a man tied to a chair looking asleep because of how his head fell to the side but she saw the shape of the gun held up by him, her breath caught, d

“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.

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.

He had just knocked over his own shoes. “The city waits for no one! Especially not the Riccis,” Edoardo countered. “Antonio Ferretti called me this morning. He’s already asking if we’re coming. This is the big one, Valentina. If we play this right, NOIR DONNA won't just be a brand; it’ll be an empire.” “I know, Edoardo. I’ll be there. One hour, remember?” “And forty minutes of secret planning, I know your tricks,” he joked. “Just don't be late. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear the green. It’s a power color!”

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.

"Viviana! I'm talking to you! Where did you meet this shady person? Get back to the estate. Don't forget who you are." I finally turned to look at him. My gaze was flat like still water. Then, in a voice just loud enough for all of his Soldatos to hear, I slowly asked, "Mr. Falcone, do we know each other?" His pupils shrank. The hand on my wrist loosened. "Why…" I easily slipped free from his grip and smoothed the wrinkles from my sleeve. It was the same motion he had used to clean his gun five years ago. "Oh, I remember now," I scoffed. "You're the legendary Don who sent his adopted daughter and fiancee to federal prison just to marry her best friend."

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."