Novel & Cerita Keep Your Head Up The Don Cherry Story

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 💖

She wanted to confront her because she almost got killed by what she did. Cherry was about to turn down a hallway to her aunt’s room when she noticed Doke. When she saw him going to a room that she knew was Dark’s library, her feet spontaneously stepped in and followed the man. She felt that there was something there that would help her remember. “Do you need anything?” Doke asked with a smile when he turned to the door and saw the girl there. “Ahm, I’m sorry. I thought Dark was here.” Cherry lied while looking at a picture hanging on the wall.

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.”

His icy stare made the man immediately shut up. Cherry huffed, her little face full of frustration and impatience. "Are you able to get it?" "Daddy will get it for you." "But you've been saying that for ages." Just as Cherry finished grumbling, a brightly colored sundae appeared in front of her. Panting but with bright eyes, Tristan held it out. "Your favorite cherry sundae." 'A cherry sundae!' Cherry's eyes lit up as she licked her dry lips, eager to take a big lick. But her anger hadn’t entirely dissipated, so she held back. 'Stay strong. Don't be swayed by one cherry sundae.'

She nods once and slips out. Cherry leans against the wall, chewing gum. Dollface walks past, flicking her hair. She stops and leans close, adjusting Cherry’s necklace like she’s helping her. Dollface low, “Ivy said don’t go near windows or doors. Pass it on.” Cherry’s gum freezes mid-chew. Her brows furrow, but she gives a small nod. “Cool.” She peels off toward the bar. Domina sits on a bench, lacing her boots. Cherry walks past, coughs once, then drops a folded napkin next to her boot.

I scream so loud my throat tears. Another hit. Another. The stranger yells, ‘Hold on!’ He turns the wheel so sharply my body flies sideways. The SUV crashes through a barrier, smashing into a narrow side alley. The car spins and everything tilts. We slam into a wall. My head hits something and i see starts. I almost pass out. The world is ringing and shaking and blurry in my head and eyes. I hear Marcus groaning. The stranger curses under his breath. He tries to restart the engine but doesn’t start.