The Silent Don Novels & Stories

Althea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Silence," Mrs. Ruiz replied, her tone resolute. "Your silence is the most powerful weapon you have in this situation." Althea looked at her mother, her brow furrowed. "But how can I just stay silent, when they've done all of this?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and doubt. "Because a silent woman is a deadly woman," Mrs. Ruiz said. "Silence is golden, as they say," Mrs. Sobrerano said, a knowing look in her eyes. "A well-timed silence can say more than any words ever could."

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

But I only stared at him, quiet, not bothering to explain myself, because as the Don, I can do whatever the fuck I want, include zoning out when I’m not supposed to. Finally the car crawled to a stop, the Gramercy Park brownstone looming before us like a fortress of old money—an elegant, ivy-draped brick sanctuary that served as the High Council’s absolute neutral ground, where territory wars were paused and the ruthless laws of the underworld were dictated in blood. "Keep your head up, Silas," I murmured, my tone entirely smooth as the lethal, untouchable Don locked back into place. "They smell fear, now let’s go show them what the new era looks like."

Another cough followed. A burning anger ignited within Donald, but he knew he had to keep his emotions in check and couldn't retaliate against Silas. Despite his fury, he recognized the identity of the man before him and the power he commanded. Compared to Silas Graham, he was nothing. Donald raised his head and locked eyes with Silas. He had numerous questions and things to say, but he chose to remain silent. The Wise family were too embarrassed to show themselves at the altar, so they could only watch in silence.

The cold tone, underlined with dark promise, was enough to snap Sinclair back into speaking. “I apologize, Don. Your silence made me uncertain if I should consider it or not. I –“ A rough thud echoed throughout the darkness in the alley. The vibration against the stone wall caused a rat to scurry away from its trash pile, and deafening silence overtook the space.

“She loves you.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “That’s ridiculous.” Silvia loved no one. The Don smirked again. “Is it? Because I know she’ll come for you. She won’t be able to resist.” His voice dropped lower, more menacing. “And when she does, I’ll put a bullet in her head.” I felt my heartbeat slow, my thoughts racing. His words should excite me, they should make me happy. That is what I have always wanted; for her to die.

When they reached the front door, Dona dug out her keys to open the door. Suddenly, her hair raised as she held her breath. After years of experience working in the underworld, she could tell the subtle changes in the air. In just two seconds, she already took her gun out of her suit and pointed it at the dark. However, she was already too late, one of the bullets had already reached her thigh. It's a gun with a silencer! Both Dona and Winnifred stumbled and fell at the same time. At this moment, the door opened from inside, and many people gushed out. A few cars even drove to them from the dark.

In addition, Jack did it. "Hi. I am grateful that you could make it." Don was still unclear about who this other man was and what they expected from him. Is there another plan? Why was he so clueless about this? Don decided to ignore it. Instead, he chose to sit back and watch as Silas and Anna began their conversation. They proceeded to the sofa that had been empty for quite some time to discuss significant aspects of their plan there. According to what Silas has said, Jack was well-known for his work as a private journalist.

"I don't belong here. I don't belong to you. I don't even know you!" Don did not flinch. He did not raise his voice. He simply watched. He was calm and composed. Ethan's outrage was nothing but background noise to him. There was a patience in his gaze and an amusement. It unsettled Ethan more than anger. "You speak boldly for someone who's completely at my mercy," Don said finally. His voice was calm and even. It was almost hypnotic in its steadiness. "Some people would have been silent before now. Most would have started begging."

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"