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His only reaction was the faintest curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he enjoyed my dependence. When we reached the podium, the noise cut off as though the room had swallowed itself. Leonardo picked up the microphone with practiced ease. “Good evening,” his voice carried, smooth but commanding. “Thank you all for honoring my invitation tonight. It is no news that every king needs his queen when he ascends the throne. And I, Leonardo Mancini, have chosen Nora Mancini.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To the new Don and Donna of our family.”

Who else could do the job other than her? Just as everyone was muttering under their breath, a deep voice sounded off. “Me!” Then, a man stepped out from the crowd. It was Donnie with a sinister look on his face. This caused a stir amongst the Damien family. “Second Young Master?” “The Second Young Master is back?” After Donnie escaped from Pearl City five years ago, his whereabouts had been a mystery. Everyone thought that he had died and they were surprised to see he had returned. Lolita trembled and looked shocked. Eventually, she calmed down and thought, ‘No wonder Grady was so confident to tell me to give up my position as the heir. He brought my second uncle.’

"Damon, I thought these five years… I thought we were more than—" "More than what?" he interrupted, that familiar mocking look in his eyes. "An asset? No, Nora, you're my perfect creation. I taught you everything. How to be elegant, how to be strong, how to handle my dirty work. But you forgot the most important lesson. A creation doesn't dream. It obeys." The blood drained from my face. "As for the last five years…" He paused for a second that felt like a lifetime. "Think of it as maintenance. A weapon has to be kept sharp to be useful, right? Whether I'm using it in my office… or in my bed."

"Consider it done, boss." As Giovanni was dragged away, his terrified screams echoed through the mansion's halls, leaving no doubt about the fate that awaited those who defied the Mafia, Baron Lupo Bianchi. Baron’s aura was palpable, radiating an aura of fear and power that made even his most loyal associates tremble. His presence was a reminder that in his world, refusal was not an option, and disobedience would be met with swift and merciless punishment. Marco returned, his face splattered with blood, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. "Work done, my lord," he announced, his voice devoid of emotion.

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.

"Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because

I wrap my arms around the back of him tightly, causing this tattooed pierced giant in front of me to tighten his hold on me, his face going to rest ontop of my head. "Who the hell is this softy." Tio teases, his arms going around Enzo and Santino. I feel the giant black-haired stranger remove his arms from around me and glare at all of them, before turning towards me with a soft look and a smile. "I'm Donatello." He said softly making me smile a him. I mean... I know I'm not supposed to have favourites right... But I mean... Come on. It's a no brainer really.

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

She was still trying to relax Donnie after seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ve been training for months, and I’ve fought some of your men. But I’ve never fought a machine before. I don’t know if I can fight and kill 2Pac in front of millions of people.” A tremor escaped from Donnie’s voice as he spoke. He glanced across the room at his two daughters, making sure they couldn’t hear what he was saying.

said Donnie. Hearing Donnie's answer, made me think that Donnie was one of the owners of a brothel in Saltyroth-Dolly. Because of that, he became a target to be imprisoned like Hendryx.