Novel & Cerita The Night I Saw My Don Burn

But concentration, I discover, is no longer as clean as it used to be, all I see are her eyes, those rosy lips, the long graceful fingers tracing my bare skin. I shake my head and decide to go to sleep despite the bulge growing in my pants. The third morning, I nearly get out to go running. The realization stops me halfway to the door. I stand there longer than I should, aware of how absurd the impulse is, aware of how easily it could be misinterpreted if anyone saw it. A Don does not adjust his schedule around someone else’s habits. A Don certainly does not do so because of a fucking insignificant woman. I turn back.

“You will scream.” But being here under him, I began to remember. The reason we had so many rounds a month ago. The reason his eyes were filled with so much desire and lust when he looked at me. The reason I did not deny him this evening. There was a hunger that was never satiated. It brought us back together, starving for more. Like an addiction. Don is a danger for me. “Fuck … harder. Do not stop…” “Then scream,” he said. I looked up and saw his amber eyes. He was demanding this of me.

The joy that will dwell in my heart. “Not one word you heard leaves your mouth for whatever reason” Don told me as we got back in the car to which I nodded. We drove but not towards the way we’d come. We kept going for a while, the scenery changing from tall rich buildings to smaller abandoned ones. What were we doing in this part of town? I didn’t want to be back here. Don’s gaze shifted to me when he saw my legs twitch in discomfort, but he said nothing. He reached for his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. The smoke obscured our faces from the other as he blew out the poison that would aid in my death.

Like, even he wasn’t used to seeing that much red. He knew I saw. I cleared my throat, fast. “I… uh…I didn’t mean to see anything. I was just… I came to tell you something.” Brando raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck did you see?” “Nothing!” I blurted. “Just shadows! I swear!” He tilted his head. I saw the twitch in his cheek. The blood on his collar. Then I said it. Fast. “I want to submit. To the Don. I’m done fighting.”

"Tom Waits? They play it all the time in the barracks. Most metal non-metal song you'll ever hear." Sure enough, the song title and artist appear in the corner of the screen, confirming what Chase said. "It's scary." He snorts. "It'll give you nightmares, for sure." The cameras follow Don from his runway to the cage. He bounds up the stairs and stops before the door. Looking out at the crowd, the camera zooms in on his face, and I sneer. There's a gleam of cockiness in his eyes. He's exactly where he wants to be. God knows how long he's wanted to fight Seth without restrictions and now he can. He can go all out and who's gonna stop him? The thought terrifies me. What if I underestimated Don?

He laughed again, bright and beautiful, like a real Angel. Tony watched him go, already counting the days. The Don stayed behind. But his heart just boarded a flight. To America. **

A text from Elena flashed on the screen. It was just one short,ice-cold sentence:[The signed divorce papers are on the nightstand.From now on,we are nothing to each other.Don't come looking for me.] A loud,ringing buzz instantly drowned out my brain. Crash!The crystal glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the marble floor. Every Don in the room snapped their heads over in shock. My hands shaking,I dialed her number like a madman. "We're sorry,the number you have reached is powered off..."

Father did not say a word, but that look when his eyes connected with mine was all I needed to brand me with a haunting memory that will drill a hole through my chest, the kind of holes not even a bullet can make. My thighs burn with the kind of pain as though a hot iron has been smeared into it. I can no longer ignore the pain and even though I thrive on pain, just like the many nights I hurt, my body gives in eventually sending me tumbling to the ground into the muddy street, my face burying into the sticky ground, saved only by my hand. There was not a single ounce of strength left inside of me anymore, all I could do was lay there, staring into the night sky, wondering how the beautiful

I’ve seen it. Doctor: Mona- Cassandra: One day she’ll wake up and know. And when she does, the fire you tried to drown will consume you all. I read the last lines three times. Then I folded the paper and held it to my chest. She had seen me. Not as a subject. Not as a mistake. As a spark. I desperately wanted her to come and explain it all but it was impossible. The next morning, I returned to the dungeon. Donga looked worse. Time was finally catching up to him in ways even his pride couldn’t shield. But he still managed a half-smile when I entered.

She turned her head, her gaze drifting up toward the highest, darkest balcony of the club. And that was when she saw him. He was dressed in black, standing entirely still against the shadows. His face looked like it was carved from cold stone, with dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through her. He was not looking at the crowd or the dancers. His eyes were locked entirely on her, watching her with an intensity that made her breath stall in her throat. She could not move. She could not look away. The world around her seemed to fade into silence, leaving only the dark stranger holding her gaze hostage. "Who is that standing up there?" Vittoria asked the bartender, her voice barely a whisper