Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

Massimo wondered briefly just how involved in the criminal underbelly Capo Vitale's daughter had been. Or how involved she still might be. That wedding ring had set off a police station's worth of sirens in the don's head. It was a tasteful rose gold band with round-cut diamonds wrapped around it like leaves on a branch. It looked like a more modern take on Massimo's dead mother's wedding ring. The piece of jewelry no doubt would look delicate and beautiful when worn on a proper woman's finger—and it was no doubt insanely expensive.

As they reached their seats, their hands still clasped together, the applause reached a crescendo. The master of ceremonies announced the ring exchange, and Donatella and Mikhail stepped forward, their eyes locked in a cold gaze. Mikhail took Donatella's hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he slid the silver ring onto her finger. The ring sparkled with a 2-carat diamond, surrounded by intricate filigree and smaller diamonds that danced around the band. Mikhail's expression was equally cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he released her hand.

“you want to leave me? you’re still wearing his ring?” Noel’s breath hitched. He pulled Jean’s ring from his pocket and held it up with shaking fingers. “You want pain?” he choked out. “Here. I married him. I let him fuck me. I wore this. And I'll never wear yours.” The words weren’t true. But they burned like fire. Vincenzo’s soul cracked. He ripped the ring from Noel’s hand and flung it into the woods. Everyone froze. Silence. Then Vincenzo grabbed Noel by the waist and dragged him toward his car.

she said, "this is the alliance ring of the Gambinos and the Sollazzos. From now on, we'll always be la famiglia—truly one family." In the memory that was being played, I could be seen smiling as I took the ring and carefully slid it onto my finger. "How dare you even think about that!" Valeria lunged at me, yanking my hair and slamming my head against the iron chair. "You don't deserve to! You backstabbing traitor! If it weren't for you, our family would have already expanded overseas!" A sharp pain swallowed everything in darkness, blood streaming from my forehead. I heard her shriek at the technician. "Turn it up! I want to see the murderer, adesso!"

I slumped against the wall, gasping for air. Dante walked over, but he didn't offer a hand. He pulled a small, silver velvet box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a signet ring not the Vane gold, but Moretti silver. It featured a wolf’s head with a dagger through its eye. "The Vane ring died in that basement," Dante said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This is the silver brand. It’s what my men wear when they’ve tasted blood and chosen a side." He took my hand. His fingers were steady, his touch oddly gentle compared to the violence of the last hour. He slid the silver band onto my finger. It felt heavy, a cold weight that seemed to anchor me to the floor.

If Marco had done something like this, I would have protected him, too. "This is the last time." Tommaso visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping. But his gaze suddenly fell on my hand, where I still wore the ring Marco had given me. It was a small emerald ring with an antique platinum band. "Take it off." His voice carried a note of urgency. "What?" "That ring." There was anger in Tommaso's eyes as he continued, "You're the Signora of the Volpe family. You shouldn't be wearing something another man gave you."

one of the tech men said. “What?” “Zoom in.” The screen sharpened. Just before the blackout— A shadow passed the corner of the hallway. Tall. Broad shoulders. Valentino leaned closer. “Enhance.” The frame cleared just enough to see a detail. A ring. Black band. Silver lining. Valentino’s eyes darkened. He knew that ring. Every member of his inner circle wore one. But only one man wore it on his right hand. Back at the estate, Aria froze when she heard footsteps behind her.

Then, she said mockingly, "Hey, Elena, you've been in Northern Italy for so long. Have you ever seen the legendary ring?" "What ring?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "You don't even know that? How did you survive up there?" Lina never missed a chance to flaunt herself. She lifted her chin smugly. "Listen carefully. To win his Donna's favor, Don Bellini personally forged her a ring. He even carved the family crest himself. "They say that ring represents him giving half his power to his wife." "Oh?" I smiled faintly and took a velvet box from my bag.

They had been living such a flat life for the past month. Oriaga's silence made Joana pay attention to the man, and she found something back from her boss after the scratch on the neck. It was curled around the ring finger of Oriaga's left hand. "Sir." "Yes?" "I just found out that you like to accessorize." "What do you mean?" Oriaga was less focused because he was thinking about Amanda. "A ring on your finger." "A ring?" He became dazed momentarily, then came to his senses after looking at his left hand. "Ah, this thing." He tried to act normal. "You don't even know this ring is one of Gregorious' products, huh?"