The Night I Saw My Don Burn Romane & Geschichten

Cecilia's POV Late that night, I went back to pack my things. To my surprise, when I opened the door, I saw the shirt I'd bought for Luciano with my scholarship money tossed carelessly on the floor. Lying on top of it were several used condoms stained with white fluid. When we first moved into this apartment, Luciano had held me in his arms and said solemnly, "You always said you're a nightingale without a home. From this moment on, this is our home."

“Don't insult my intelligence, Scarlett. Just sit there.” “I'm taking Daphne to the hospital to look at her arm. I hope you've calmed down by the time we're back.” “No! I'm begging you! Open the door!” I beat at the door and pleaded until it was smeared with the blood from my hands. Their footsteps moved farther and farther away. Outside, everything finally went dead. The pain knotted in my belly, the world blacked out, and I lost consciousness. When I woke again, the pain had dulled a great deal.

“So let’s have a few drinks and then go tell Trigger she’s here.” “Sure.” Don looked around Curves, spotted Kenleigh and Tessa. “The view is fucking great here, huh?” “No shit.” Lizard stared at one especially cheap-looking piece of ass at a table of scantily-clad women. “I wonder if we should visit those famous crash rooms with one of these bitches?” Don followed his gaze. “Yeah. Why the hell not. Might as well enjoy our night out.” “Damn right.”

“Do you not see it? She almost made you see her breasts the other day. Right now I’m afraid that you might—” “That I might give in?” He cut me off with a low scoff. “Do you really think I’d ever cheat on you? Even if she walked around naked, I wouldn’t even look at her. Stop fucking worrying, Blondie.” I opened my mouth to argue, but Skyla’s voice floated in from behind us, sweet and perfectly timed. “Zeden… I mean, Don. You’re back. I thought you wouldn’t be home until midnight.” Her eyes were locked only on him, ignoring me completely.

Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report. "Donna Corleone, that beggar, Lorenzo, gouged out both of his eyes last night," he reported, his voice low and cautious. "He said he no longer had the right to look at this world, and that he was unworthy of ever seeing Mia again." I listened to the report, my heart as still as a stagnant pond. "I see," I replied flatly. "Patch him up. I want him to live a very long life and carry the crushing weight of his guilt until his very last breath."

“All I remember was I was inside the palace in the middle of the dancing crowd there was blood I saw myself I was Suzy.” I saw myself I was Suzy... I saw myself I was Suzy... I saw myself I was Suzy... “Serra, wake up!” He shook me violently. I opened my eyes and saw Gugu and Grip’s faces. I couldn’t read their expressions as emotions on their faces mixed up. “You’ve been uttering ‘I saw myself I was Suzy’ for thirty minutes while standing and with closed eyes!” Gugu held her chest and controlled her breathing. “Thirty minutes? But I was just recalling–”

Sienna, covered in kiss marks, leaned against Vincenzo’s chest as if marking her territory. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV, drugged, stitched up, and hanging by a thread. At that moment, Renato Moretti—the original Don of the Moretti empire—still didn’t know the full truth. “Isabella,” he said gently, “Vincenzo… he’s a good kid at heart. “You’ve been together so many years. Why not give him another chance? As long as I’m here, no one can take your place in this family.”

You’re going to be a looker. “I’m happy to see you’re up.” I freeze. Did I bring someone home? I don’t remember, but that was the goal. “Look, it was just a one-night stand. Let’s not make a…” I sit up and freeze again. Standing before me is my donor—and he’s very real.