Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story Novels & Stories

My hands and feet are tied. “Just stay there,” a voice says. Maybe my emotions are muted, but the sound of that voice still puts a knot in my stomach. Cherry. She’s going to kill me. I inhale sharply. It’s one thing to die. It’s another to know that this bitch won. I struggle against Duct tape I’m tied up with. “Cut that out,” a male voice says. “Let me up,” I say. “I want to see you both.” “Let’s just sit her up,” the man says, obviously to Cherry. “If you promise to sit there and don’t move.”

Cherry asked without raising her head. "Mmm," Ixora replied. "How did you know?" "Only one person has a featherlight touch and smells like morning daisies," Cherry said quietly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She made no effort to lift her head. Ixora was taken aback by Cherry's remark. Cherry hardly noticed such things about her. What had happened here? Ixora wondered, her gaze returning to her twin. She couldn't spare another glance for the naked Don Dillion.

I bit down on my lips as my eyes raked all over her body stopping on her nipples that were already poking her dress "I have just one request, and that's if you want your wife to be happy," Cherry said softly making my brow crease. Her hand rested firmly on my shoulder as she swirled her ass on my cock making a deep grunt tear out of my throat "Which is?" "That you'll make sure she'll never get to see the kids again. She doesn't deserve the have Donovan's blood. You know I...I...," She paused swallowing hard. "I can be a better mother than her," Cherry bit out making my heart swell up with joy

He could not shake the feeling that a cat must have caught Stanley’s tongue. Jerry did not see the woman’s glare. Larry who was seated behind her also was not aware of that. However, Tony noticed it and he reckoned he needed to step up his plan. Jerry was about to say something when Zack showed up. The event ended on that note. “Husband, we won so much,” Cherry said as she rose to her feet, seizing this opportunity to struggle free from his hold on her. Having his arm wrapped tightly around her made her nervous and anxious. She turned to regard him and gestured to the pile of money in front of her as if intending to ingratiate the man.

As the Don of the Renzetti family, Antonio lived by one rule. Time is money. I watched him pull the trigger on one of his own men for showing up thirty seconds late to a meeting. He was just as stingy with his time when it came to me, even though I was his fiancée. I was always the one who accommodated him. I waited four hours for him at the bridal salon, and all I got was a single cold line over the phone. "Elena, sitting through a fitting is a waste of my time. Go on your own." I put a smile on for the salon staff and finished the fitting alone. That day, I was on a job at the underground casino when I saw Antonio—who was supposed to be at a meeting down at the docks—standing in front of t

They seemed like a normal family. We ate, drank and laughed. After some minutes, Don Morano rose. “Both of you, come with me.” He said, drunkenly pointing at Leonardo and I. We followed him back to the living room while he climbed a higher platform. With a wave of his hand, the music and cheering died out. All attention was on him. “To become the next Don of this great family, I threw out a fucking challenge. Anyone between my son, Luca and Leonardo who brings home a wife first gets to become the Don.” He sipped from his glass, then pointed it at Leonardo.

Only Silvia and I remained in the underground garage. She slowly turned around, her gaze cutting into me like a knife. After staring at me for a few seconds, she suddenly chuckled. "Don't think that just because Lorenzo spared you, this is over. I alone get to be Donna, so you'd better give up on that idea!" With that, she walked away haughtily. As she passed by me, she deliberately flicked her hair. The ends of her hair struck my face.

"I’ll skip breakfast, though." "Alright, señorita." Cherrie turned to leave, and she climbed out of bed. She immediately checked her eyes in the mirror to see if they were puffy. They weren’t too swollen. After getting ready, she went downstairs and headed straight to the garage, but what she saw immediately soured her mood. So early in the morning, yet Donna was already clinging to Aslan. She froze and decided not to step outside. "What now?" Donna asked irritably as Aslan inspected the handlebars of his motorcycle.

He even climbed the fire escape to the west wing one night, banging on my window, begging me to let him in. Elijah's security guards dragged him away, but he fought them, screaming my name, until they had to restrain him. The papers had a field day. The Don of the Capelli family, reduced to a lovesick fool, camped outside his rival's penthouse. The headlines were brutal. "CAPELLI LOSES HIS MIND OVER EX-WIFE." "THE FALL OF A DON." His capos begged him to stop. "Don Capelli, you're destroying the family," Tony said, finding him sitting in his car in the rain, staring up at my window.

"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. "Fine."