The Dons Contract Wife From Butcher Novels & Stories

The Don looks in Norwan’s direction and gives him a small smile. “And you’re the Alpha, the ex-husband of my daughter who made her cry, am I right?” Don asks, and his voice suddenly changes as he says that. Norwan swallows and bravely nods to Don. A small smile forms on Don’s lips before he nods at the two.

He ignored her, focusing solely on his food. “Donovan,” she said taking a brief pause as the whole restaurant went quiet. The man had finally done it, he slapped his wife. The sound of forks scraping of plate came to a halt, even the live band had stopped playing. The lady cried profusely. Everyone else stayed quiet. It seemed like the man in question was a very powerful person, more powerful than the lot present at the establishment, except Donovan Smith of course. “Are you crazy?” Catherine yelled. Donovan raised his hand signaling for her to shut up.

I continued walking on simply without a word. I made the best decision and that was to ignore them, though it didn't reduce my pain. I rushed while climbing the stairs as I was eager to escape to my room. Suddenly, Donna’s voice rang out behind me. It was so loud enough for everyone to hear. “Danny, your contractual wife was out all night and she is just coming back home now,” Donna drawled with an innocent voice. “How could she spend the night with her boyfriend when you are still trying to keep your own end of the deal. I still don't know why you haven't cancelled everything by now.”

I walked giving him a mocking salute and made my way to the dinner table. The table was full on both sides with Dons all around the world, with all their wives seated beside him trying their best to put up the act of an amazing wives whilst secretly, they all hated each other. “ Don Alexander Gambino.” Don Nikolai called, the asshole seemed to have a new girlfriend tonight, just like every fucking party before now. I rolled my eyes and made my way to him. “ What do you want, asshole?” “ Is that a way to greet your friend? Sheesh! And I thought you cared about me.” He tapped his chest like the dramatic preek he was. “ I'm hurt.”

he snarled. Anna gulped. Was he the Don’s son—the one she was to marry? The Don’s eyes flickered with annoyance. “Sit, Domenico,” he ordered. And even though the man was obviously angry, he didn’t dare defy the Don. He sat in the chair closest to her, and then his eyes snapped to stare—no, glare—at her. Anna shrunk in her seat. “Is she…” he half-questioned the Don. “Yes, Domenico. This is Anna Lorenzo—your wife to be.”

“I can’t believe this family ran out of options. I’m pretty sure we didn’t need…this” “I agree. We didn’t build this name to include just anyone,” Aunt Bianca says. We’re both sitting, but somehow she’s looking down at me. “We never marry the daughters of workers. So now, how do we explain that our Don is married to the daughter of a mere consigliere?” A familiar sting burns my eyes. One would think that after the morning I just had, I’d be lacking tears, but apparently all it takes to revive them is two words.

Roman replied. "Then give me all the trillions you earned recently, everything" Donovan said. "You'll have it all if that's what you want" Roman replied calmly. "You're willing to go that far for her? I can see you're really insane but listen, the contract is left with a year and till that one year rolls in, I'm not ready to let her go no matter how much you offer, she is my wife!" Donovan shot and stood. He walked out on Roman, and Roman sat back.

"You think you have the right to touch her?" Those two words—My wife—didn't just make Bianca go pale. They sent a jolt through me, too. Defending me in front of everyone… was this part of the deal? Was this what it meant to be the Don's wife? He went on. "I see the Rossi family doesn't teach their daughters any class. Now, get out of my sight. Before I decide to wipe the Rossi name off the map in Chicago for good." All the color drained from Bianca's face. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. "Don Valerius, I—"

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

“And what if she doesn’t survive the night, Donna Sofia? What if this fragile little American stray simply could not handle the cold? Or better yet... what if we tell Salvatore she broke out and tried to run again? He already locked her up for running once in New York. If he thinks she ran into the Sicilian countryside and died in the ravines, he will mourn his pride for a week, and then my father will offer him my hand to solidify the Falcone alliance.” Donna Sofia stilled for a brief second, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the candelabra. Then, a slow, terrifyingly cold smile broke across her aged face. “My son needs a real wife,” Donna Sofia declared quietly, giving her silen