The Night I Saw My Don Burn Novels & Stories

All I knew was that when I saw the silk nightgown laid out for me, the irony was unbearable. If the price of all this was my mother's life and my son's illness — I'd rather have none of it. Gianni noticed I wouldn't touch the nightgown. He sighed. "Miss, the Don does care about you. What happened back then... he was young. He made a terrible mistake." I said nothing. He was quiet for a moment, then pulled an old, creased photograph from his pocket. "Do you remember this?" "This was taken the first time the Don invited you to the house for dinner. The two of you at the table."

His words confirmed everything and made me wonder if he had always known and planned to use me. That night was the first night he dragged me into the room and slept with me, with Mint and Hook watching. Then he threw me at them and said have fun. "Fuckin' hell, woman!" The shout makes me jump, and I see the smoke. Rushing, I pull the food from the oven. "Ya wantin' Don to fuckin' remind ya of shit?" Mint shouts, and my head shakes. "I'll fix it." I quickly sort out the food, getting rid of the burned bits. As I'm finishing, Don walks in with Hook and Luke. Don walks down the hall and stops. He turns and faces me.

Max says and rises to his feet, not before locking his eyes with mine in a weird way, before making his way over to Don and sits on the chair opposite the one Don is sitted. He takes off his jacket and shirt, leaving himself completely bare chested. Don picks up the remote with his gloved hand, presses something to it, and 'Hey Jude by the Beatles' starts blaring from the speakers. "This is going to hurt like a bitch, and the pretty little thing can come watch if she wants." Don smirks at me. "Most girls can't bear seeing the guys who makes them cum in pain. But I'm sure this douchebag can handle the pain." Max just chuckles at this.

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.

The Don turned on their light switch as he went back on the bed and locked his gaze at him. Their heartbeats are deafening because of the blood rushing throughout their system. Angelito continues as Denver feels his destitute body giving up. "It's sore now. Please let it go," he pleaded, and Angelito thrust again. Denver is holding the bed sheet in the fast pounding. A few minutes later, Angelito cums, and they clean their body in almost one hour of romance. "I WILL SEE YOU THIS AFTERNOON," Angelito commanded to him, and Denver agreed with a sore bottom. The Don goes to his department, and Denver goes to his departmental room with plates in his hand.

Grace appeared to be clueless “The Don” Ben said and almost laughed when he saw how her eyes looked like they would fall off from their socket “The Don?” She asked “I dont know what you are talking about. I have no enemy and I dont know who the Don is” she added, even if that was true, the fact that she said she didn't know the Don would make anyone raise their eyebrows, everyone knew who the Don was “Perhaps I should refresh your mind a little “ he said as he wondered why she pretended the Don hadn't just make her experience what he thought was the worst moment of her life

, Coco said to me and being more serious as ever; Looking at the dress it was really all nice, they all smells of money, "Fine! Am gonna wear it tonight", I said to Coco who started choosing hers for tonight. Entering my room after picking all my clothes, I miss Donalready!! Such a womaniser!, we always find love in the strangest place, I want Him to hold me so tight and give me sweet memories like He always do. DON POV I have Been talking with my PIMP friend all these while as He keeps on sending me pictures of different kind of girls with big boobs ‘temptation’, I say it again and again Joe is such a bad influence.

I watched his ruin not with glee, but with the cold focus of a pathologist observing a terminal disease run its course. The storm of rage had passed. It left behind a stagnant, toxic silence. That silence seemed to seep through the surveillance feeds. It filled the safe house. It chilled my bones. The cameras we had strategically placed in his villa—a final, invasive layer of my revenge—showed a ghost now. A ghost haunting the ruins of his own life. He was no longer the impeccably dressed Don. He was a hollowed-out man in a rumpled suit. The same one he'd worn for three days. He paced the vast, empty rooms. The echoes of his own footsteps were his only company.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

"I'll give you all of the Marlowe family's territory! Call it my apology. I'm begging you, come back to me!" "If you won't, I'd rather die right here!" His face was soaked in tears of regret, and the words he screamed carried the taste of blood. "You've become a laughingstock," I said. "Your seat as Don was already hanging by a thread." I spread my hands. "And here you are, wasting your time, begging me. The other Dons are ruthless wolves. Do you really think you can hold your territory?" "I can't speak for the rest." I fired my last shot. "But I'd bet my life that right now, my father is swallowing your territory whole."