Novel & Cerita The Night I Saw My Don Burn

I pointed, I gave orders, my voice cold and flat, the grief and rage compressed into a diamond-hard focus. "Hit their docks tonight. Burn the shipments. I don't care if it's our product mixed with theirs. Burn it all." "Their bookkeepers. Find them. Persuade them that loyalty to a dead family is bad for health." "The nephew, the one Rossi is grooming. I want him brought to me. Alive." My commands were met with sharp nods. The men saw the change in me. The controlled, calculating Don was gone, replaced by something feral, something that looked at the world and saw only things that could be broken.

I sob quietly. A few minutes later, I stop crying, as I am tired of moping around and feeling so sorry for myself. I undress and wear his black shirt to sleep. I am stupid for thinking that we are going to be in the same room. I rest my eyes, and soon, I drift off to sleep. Don’s POV

All I saw was Amber before darkness overtook me. “Nighty night, beta,” the voice of the sandy blonde echoed in my head. ******************************

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

The red liquid pooled around mum, dad and Vivian and even soaked up the huge carpet in the centre of the room. Their eyes were hollow, and I watched their life slowly slip out of their bodies. The man and Ares were long gone and I rushed towards my father. “Mi amor.” He was breathless. “Whatever happens, don't let anyone know where those documents are. Promise me.” My vision blurred as tears cascaded down my cheeks,but I nodded anyway. Before he could say anything else, I watched his eyes flicker shut and his body go limp. No. No. No. There was no way this could be happening. There was no way a peaceful morning could have ended in a bloodbath,

He cursed like crazy while I grabbed a small bottle of flammable liquid and poured it all over him. “What are you going to do—?” “I’m your Grim Reaper. And my job? Sending you straight to hell.” I flicked a lighter and tossed the flame onto him. The fire spread fast, and his screams filled the room as the flames ate through half his body. Watching him burn like that didn’t hold my interest for long, so I just left his room while the fire did its thing. Not long after I finished, Dad showed up at the car. Unlike me, he was always neat and put together. When he worked, he handled everything perfectly, never letting on that his hands were covered in blood from the people he’d taken out.

Willow wasn't just our manager. She was also George's wife. With her vouching for me, everyone fell into a tense silence. In my previous life, I hadn't been able to make out what was on the screen. This time, I wasted no time. I scrolled through the footage frame by frame. Even though it was nighttime, the ATM lights were still bright. Under the clear, almost daylight-like glow, my face was unmistakably visible. No matter how I looked at it, the person in the footage was undeniably me.

There are plenty of fish in the sea. At dawn, I burned that suitcase downstairs, letting eight years of love turn to ash.

My face quirked into a disgusted grin. “Your sorry mean nothing to me.” I squeezed the trigger. The blast of a revolver hit the ground, the sounded jilted all the men standing behind us. The Don was flat on the ground, his hand in his head. I had shot the coal tared road. I stoned him with the gun and head for the house. No one follows, they know better. The stairs trembled under the weight of my stride. The servants diving for safety behind the furniture. The sitting room is desert dry when I walked in. There is a red wine on the table and soon someone joined me in the drinking. The one person mad enough to appear before me while I'm in this mood…. Samantha.

Thena screamed. “I'M NOT.!” Kael yelled back. Okay. Now this just took a whole different turn. Kael’s face hardened immediately. “I SAW YOU THAT NIGHT, WITH HIM…WITH DONOVAN” Thena fired back. Kael stuttered before he said, “That’s not what…” “Oh, don’t even try to explain it,” Thena cut in. “I saw what I saw.” Her voice wasn’t just sharp now.It was breaking and that was new. “Do you know how that felt? Seeing you dancing so…intimately with Donovan.” she asked suddenly.