روايات وقصص ضمن The Night I Saw My Don Burn

The Don exposed parts of me I never thought existed. “Now, why did you watch her dance?” he asked the men in the room. “Come on, Don. Isn’t she a puta,” one of them laughed. The others joined but not for long because the Don raised two guns in both hands and shot them down before they could pull out their guns. I stood there with a bloodied face but I wasn’t scared. I was exhilarated, and possibly even more turned on. Don stepped closer to me. “I had to kill them as well. They watched what was mine dance on the pole and called her a puta. You’re not.”

So here I am, patiently waiting for her. “And by the way. She wants to see you tomorrow night.” I felt my heart beating rapidly as I smiled. Don noticed and asked, “You’re smiling so much. Are you that excited to see your wife?” I replied confidently, “Yes, Don. This time, I’ll make sure she comes back to me,” and then rested my head on the backseat. . C.M. LOUDEN

even after all these no change in Don's expression because all these years he learned how to dominate and control people for him power is everything in this world coming to the girl about everyone discussing is a stripper in angel's night club ◇FLASHBACK◇ yesterday night at the time of 11:30 pm don and his friends went yo Angel's night club for a meeting during the meeting the girl named Jesse keep on being on touchy towards don but he didn't shown any reaction the girl took it as opportunity and tried to seduce him by trying to kiss him he simply left to bathroom NOTE : THE UPCOMING SCENES MIGHT BE CRUEL AND DISTURBING TO FEW PEOPLE IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE YOU CAN SKIP THIS PART

"Scared of what I'm feeling, of how quickly my certainty is eroding, of becoming someone I don't recognize." "I'm scared too," he said, surprising me. "Terrified that I'm destroying the very thing I'm trying to protect, that my obsession will consume us both until there's nothing left but ashes." FLASHBACK Fifteen years ago – Naples The rain came down in sheets that night, turning the narrow streets of Naples into rivers; twelve-year-old Luca ran through the downpour, his lungs burning, blood streaming from a gash above his eye. Behind him, he could hear them; his father's enemies, three men with guns and knives, determined to send a message by killing the Don's son.

He was unstable, obsessive, and terrifying. I took a step back, my voice icy. "They're yours. I don't want any of it. I only have one request—stay out of my life. Elio, you never loved me. You only ever loved yourself and your stubborn obsessions." The moment I said that, the once high-and-mighty Don dropped to the ground in front of me. He used to call me a simp, but now he was the one who looked like an abandoned stray, begging for mercy.

Watching my whole world burn. Again.

She never took me seriously. “And now, you are going to suffer for your foolishness.” I mocked. As I watched the flames engulf Mrs. Donovan's house, I felt a surge of twisted satisfaction. The fire crackled and roared, an angry beast consuming everything in its path. I could see Mrs. Donovan through the window, her eyes wide with terror as she stumbled through the smoke. I almost laughed out loud when I saw her run out of the front door, a piece of her clothing on fire. She screamed, a sound that should have been horrifying but instead filled me with a dark sense of joy.

I'm happy. "This girl is on fire... This girl is on fire... She's walking on fire... This girl is on fire everybody stares at she goes by... Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes... Watch her as she's lighting up the night nobody knows that she's a lonely girl and it's a lonely world but she gon' let it burn baby, burn, baby..." The crowd are so wild, what the? OMG! I'm so honored. "This girl is on fire, this girl is on fire, she's walking on fire..."

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

He snaps his head to me. “Fuck him and his damn deal. He has just burnt our club to the fucking ground. So it is only right we pay him back in kind.” I look at the crazed look in his eyes. This is why he is Don and not me. He is blood thirsty but usually composed. But that composure has just snapped. “No, Antonio, think before you do anything stupid. Think of Bobbi. You retaliate, you risk her. Then all of this would have been for nothing.” That snaps him out of whatever he was thinking.