When The Don's Pride Crumbled At My Feet Novelas e Histórias

The hatred that had been fueling me for so long began to fade, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. I wasn’t just angry anymore. I was empty. Don groaned, barely able to lift his head to look at me. His swollen, bloodied face twisted in a weak, pleading expression. "Jess... please..." I knelt down beside him, my voice calm and measured now. "Do you feel that?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "That’s the cold hand of karma, Don. You brought this on yourself. You could have had everything. But now... you have nothing."

Leandro’s face was hard—no trace of the misty eyes from earlier. But his body’s actions say otherwise. “You are my first born grandchild,” the Don said next, his eyes narrowing. Tony couldn't help but twitch a bit. Then the Don raises his brows. “You think I wouldn't know you? From the inside out?” He stomped his cane on the carpeted floor. “You have come crawling back here on your own? You won't do that. No. Not you. You’ve got the kind of pride that was as high as the eiffel tower.”

when he first came back . Don's gaze dropped to the ground, a sense of shame etched across his face. "I know, sir. I made a terrible mistake. I was naive and believed their promises of power and freedom. They manipulated me, made me believe that I could protect our pack from within. But instead, I became a pawn in their twisted games."

This is my end, I thought But He drops me, I collapse to the ground, the sound of my ragged breath echoing throughout the hall. I'm humiliated. I'm hurt. My pride is gone. He laughs at my pain. I force myself to my feet, Fell again, and tried to stand, the world going dizzy around me, I rush out of the hall, Don't know how many times I fell, and get up. Before I leave I heard Cesar rubs his temples and groans.

the Don started, reaching out a trembling hand. I drew my weapon and fired a single shot. The bullet tore through the floorboards precisely between the Don’s feet. He shrieked, stumbling backward against the banister. Enzo fell to his knees, his hands covering his head. “I don’t listen to tenants,” I hissed, and stepped over the bullet hole, the barrel of my gun now leveled at the bridge of the Don’s nose. “You sold me a boy you had already broken. You used him as a shield and an ashtray, and then you tried to kill him in my home. That is a breach of contract that can only be settled in blood.”

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I will have to go closer. I swallow down a large lump in my throat before I move closer to the Don’s bed. He is so pale, his skin looks waxy, and his eyes are still sunken in. There is dry blood around his nose and mouth. I just cannot tell if he is breathing, so I go right up to his bed. He looks dead. I cannot see him breathing at all. I bring my finger up to his nose to feel for any air escaping. Just then his eyes pop open and I scream so loud, I am sure the entire army outside must have heard me. I clasp my hands over my mouth. I want to run, but the sight in front of me has me frozen. The Don starts mumbling incoherent words and reaches his hand out to me. It breaks my heart to see suc

“There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.” “Wait.” Alessandro dropped to his knees in front of me. The room went silent. All the elders stared. The Don of the De Luca family. On his knees. In front of everyone. “Valentina. I know I was wrong.” Tears streamed down his face. “I’ve thought a lot these three days. I finally understand what it feels like to lose the person you love. I’ll never betray you again.” I put down the papers and looked at the man kneeling before me.

“You were supposed to be a weapon fashioned against them.” Silence fell heavily over the room. “But what did you do?” Nico continued, his voice rising. “You fell in love.” The words sounded like poison in his mouth. “You fell in love with the enemy.” His face twisted with rage. “You brought shame to me. To our family.” His fist slammed violently against the table nearby, making the metal clang loudly. “You made me a joke!” His voice echoed against the walls. “A laughingstock!” My breathing grew heavier. “You made our father’s empire look weak,” he said through clenched teeth.

Then he turned to the Don and ranted, "Don, this wretched woman ruined my mom's birthday party today! You have to punish her!" I spat a mouthful of blood and slowly raised my eyes. "On your knees." Laughter erupted around the room. Carina laughed mockingly. "Are you out of your mind? Did you just tell the Don to get on his knees? Take a good look at yourself. Who do you think you are?" All eyes turned to me, sizing me up like a clown. In the next instant, the Don she revered stumbled back, dropped his ivory-topped cane, and sank to his knees before me.