Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story Novels & Stories

I took out my phone and snapped a photo before turning to leave, only for my foot to catch the flowerpot beside me. Matteo immediately turned around. "Who's there?" he snapped. The next second, the door was pushed open. By then, I was already seated on the couch as I unwrapped the things I'd just bought. I looked up at him in confusion. "What's wrong, Don Castello?" Matteo's gaze lingered on me for a long moment before he asked quietly, "When did you get back?" Pretending to be taken aback, I replied softly, "I just got home. Did something happen?"

She had to figure out a way to handle it. She opened a box, divided the cherries into containers, and delivered them to each workstation. When she reached operations, a male employee pushed a container back. "No thanks. Can't afford such expensive fruit." Someone snickered nearby. At the tech department, Charlie Jones—the glasses-wearing man who'd complained in the meeting, saying, "My wife asked if we'd get cherries"—barely looked at her. "Just leave them there," he muttered. She placed the container at the corner of his desk and turned. She heard him whisper to a colleague, "Trading three months' salary for this junk… thanks a lot."

I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, how his voice strained to stay in control. It would be way too easy to jump, let the world believe he had pushed me. Let them paint him as the villain. It wouldn't be that far from the truth. "I jump," I muttered in a voice that held no emotions. "and it’s your face on the headlines tomorrow. Wife of Infamous Mafia Don Pushed to her death!" He flinched, barely, but I saw it. "It would be a nightmare for you." "You won’t do it," he growled.

“My name. I don’t think I have heard you say it before.” “Aren’t you tired? Go take a shower first. What are you doing?” I laughed and he suddenly rested his head on my shoulder. I stiffened and gave him an awkward Pat on the back. “Must have been stressful huh.” “Very.” He held my waist and I had to drop the batter on the counter to not fall. “Dante.” He looked at me and held my chin before taking my lips in his mouth. It was a quick kiss but it was enough to make me feel dizzy.

Determined to find out what she can, she walked up towards the hospital. “Wait here.” Cherry said but Kane was not happy about losing his mate all over again. He threw a dirty look at Harry who stood there like a statue. He was beginning to wish that he had not bothered to assist Cherry since he did not want to get into a fight with the alphas brother. He raised his hands to show he was no threat and Kane glowered at him. “Back down you two.” Jacob warned the pair of them in his alpha tone. Cherry took a deep breath and went inside the building. She sniffed the air and immediately picked up her friends faint scent.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

“You lose your mind and now you slander Daphne. If you hadn't rushed at her, how would the diamond have—” Something panicked flickered in his eyes. And I heard his thoughts again. [I ruined it, I ruined everything, now even the diamond Scarlett cares about most is gone!] [I don't have a single way left to keep her!] [No! I can't let her leave, whatever it takes, I won't let her leave!] He turned and shouted at the bodyguards. “Take the Donna to the basement. Let her clear her head.” Two burly men pounced on me and dragged me all the way down to the basement.

"Keep the coat, you need the money more than I do." I roll my eyes, watching her leave, sipping my scotch, silently. She pauses at the door. "Stay on your side of the territory, and you won't be added to my list, baby," She says softly. The guards keep their guns trained on her as she exists the room. "Do we let her go, Don?" "Mm," I just. "But of course. It's not worth a war is it?”I stand, looking out the window at her exiting the estate. I watch her get into it and drive away. Unauthorized, unscathed.

"Dante. Tommy. The Santoros are already upstairs. You understand my rules?" "No weapons in the room. No violence on your floor." I recited it back to her. "Good. Because whatever you're thinking about doing, don't. This peace talk benefits everyone, including Marco." She pressed the elevator button. "I'm not losing my neutrality because you can't handle your grief." The elevator rose smoothly. Tommy shifted beside me. "Are you really going to keep it together in there?" "I have to." "That's not an answer." The doors opened before I could respond.

“Faster than I expected. But good nevertheless.” My voice came out quiet. Steady. Resolved. “I’ve made up my mind.” A beat of silence. Then: a low, knowing chuckle. “Finally.”