When The Don's Pride Crumbled At My Feet Novels & Stories

"I love you." Sofia felt her heart flutter, just as it had the first time he'd said those words. "I love you too." Watching her family and friends gathered together, celebrating and laughing, Sofia felt a sense of peace wash over her. The road had been long and difficult, filled with danger and heartbreak. But it had led her here, to this moment, to this life. And she wouldn't change a thing. As the sun set on another perfect day, Sofia Russo-Moretti raised her glass in a silent toast. To second chances, to redemption, to love that conquers all.

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."

"Just pick it up on your knees. Is that too much for you?" "I can do it," I murmured, clenching my fists and pushing the humiliation aside. I was nearly dead. Pride meant nothing. I sank to my knees. "Michele, your hand!" someone shouted. My heart missed a beat. He had crushed the glass with his bare hand, and blood poured from his palm. The disappointment in his eyes stabbed straight into my chest. "Get out!" he growled. I bent down, picked up the card, and turned to leave.

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.

"Don, it's dangerous over there!" The Soldati trailing him did not dare get too close. Anthony ignored them. Guided by memory, he climbed onto what was left of the top deck. He leaned his forehead against a pillar, tears sliding down silently. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. Come back, alright? "Mabel… As long as you're alive, I'll do anything." … No one knew how long the Don knelt there. When the alcohol surged through his veins, he braced himself and tried to stand.

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.