Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

Cherry smiled as he tugged a hair strand behind her ears. "Of course, gorgeous lady, it's you..." Dave had dressed up and was eagerly waiting. They had planned to go to the event at seven and it was already 6: 45. They will be late if they don't leave right now. "Are you not done yet, Cherry?" He walked back into the room and stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened in disbelief and jaw almost dropped on the floor. He had no words to say. Is Cherry a magician?? This is just insane...!! **********

I didn't want to turn, in case he had already noticed. I step inside the elevator and curse. I should have done the pillows to make it look like I was still there, but I didn't have time. I let myself release a breath and I rest my head against the elevator wall. The intercom in the elevator buzzes and I curse. He had noticed. "Kitty." I refuse to answer and I hear his chuckle. "You are smart. Fast even. But you need to come back." I glared at the camera, hoping he could see me. “Fuck you.”

That unfinished wedding became the joke of the entire East Coast. Everyone knew the Don of the Marlowe family had been caught in bed on his own wedding day. Once a Don became a punchline, his ruin wasn't far behind. The mafia respected only strength, and no one honored a clown. I left it all behind and boarded a cruise to clear my head. "Don't you think the sea at night looks like the night sky?" Leon stood on the deck, looking out at the water, and asked it with a smile.

I was in the nanny's room packing my bag, crying and talking to the baby at the same time. "It's okay, sweetheart." "Even if your daddy doesn't want you, Mama will raise you on her own." Dante pushed the door open. He was holding a necklace, the Heart of the Ocean. He wiped my tears gently, then stepped behind me and clasped it around my neck. "Nora, don't cry." "Just wait a little longer. Once I take over the family business, things will go back to how they should be."

And trust me—if you think things are intense now… you haven’t seen anything yet. So stay close, stay ready, and keep reading, because Claimed by the Don is only getting hotter, darker, and more irresistible from here. Wishing you a Merry Christmas filled with joy, love, and a little bit of dangerous romance. 💋🎁 With love, Your Author 💖

The next day, Cherry woke up with a headache. She quickly looked for the lens in her eyes and thought it was the cure. She thought she left that thing in the bathroom last night because she was in a hurry to get back to her room. She left the room, holding her head. “What’s wrong?” Cherry looked up in surprise when she heard Dark’s baritone voice. Her heart was beating fast again for some unknown reason. Dark stared into the girl’s eyes.

sure?”“The only way to protect you and the baby is to burn the entire network to the ground. Including the parts of it that have my fingerprints on them.”It was the most dangerous decision he’d ever made. Not because of the FBI—he could manage the FBI. Because of what it meant. He was surrendering the thing that had defined him for fourteen years. The empire. The power. The identity of The Don. He was choosing to be something else—something smaller, something vulnerable, something that could be hurt by a subpoena or a headline instead of a bullet.He was choosing to be a husband. A father. A man instead of a myth.Sophia stood up. Walked to him. Took the coffee mug out of his hand and set it

Holding it with my nose, I stand and wait, my body tensing. "Baby girl, you're not allowed to tense your body." He is right. I agreed not to. I relax slightly, still holding the penny. The whip hits, and I jump and scream. But I still have the penny on the wall. I smile. I did it! I actually kept it in place. Jumping, I scream as it hits again. This time the penny falls. I watch as he again replaces it. He keeps going, and it seems like hours has passed.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”