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

"I'm scum! I was blind! Please, for the sake of what we once had, put in a good word for me! Beg the Don to spare me and my father! I'll do anything! Donna, please!" He couldn't have looked more pathetic. I watched him slam his head against the floor over and over. Cold disgust was all I felt. The past humiliations, the throbbing pain in my abdomen, and the child I'd lost before it even had a chance to fully form—all of it left me with not an ounce of pity for him. Vincenzo stopped Cristian as he reached out desperately toward me. The instant Cristian raised his head, Vincenzo's foot came down hard.

Just as she was stuck in a dilemma, Tyr appeared behind Don, his expression as dark as thunder. Bam! He kicked Don, and the charming gentleman fell onto his face. Snow and Lily looked on with their mouths wide open. As for Don, he was extremely frustrated to have embarrassed himself in front of the girl he fancied. The rose in his hands broke into two as he got to his feet and looked at Tyr unhappily. “Boss, this is too much!” Under normal circumstances, this would be a prank on Don. Yet, Tyr did not seem like he was playing a prank.

She never appeared before us again. Enrico could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his bleeding chest. His face was pale as paper. The once fearsome mafia Don now looked utterly pathetic, yet the way he looked at me still carried a trace of unchanged tenderness. "Why?" My voice trembled. Tears fell uncontrollably. I hated his deception and the pain he caused me, but seeing him collapse after taking the blade for me, all my resentment mixed with emotions I could not name.

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

" I walked out of the room quickly,feeling like a ghost was chasing me. But the moment I reached the end of the hallway,my feet were nailed to the floor. A familiar figure was limping toward me. He was gaunt.So gaunt his cheekbones jutted out.The back that used to be as straight as a blade was now slightly hunched. There was a metal brace strapped to his right leg,and with every step he took, he heavily leaned on a black-and-gold cane. The once invincible Don who struck terror into the entire West Coast now looked like a crippled shell drained of his very soul. It felt like a giant hand viciously squeezed my heart.

Someone who wouldn’t dare challenge him. But Harry had dared. And worse, he had won. Don Isandro reached for a glass on the table, but anger made his hand shake. The glass crashed to the ground, shattering. He didn’t flinch. His ego was bruised, still furious from where Harry had shoved past his guard. His pride was damaged even more. And for a man like Don Isandro, pride was everything. It was his currency, his armor, his language. He lowered himself onto the leather chair and took a slow breath through his nose.

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.

Grace appeared to be clueless “The Don” Ben said and almost laughed when he saw how her eyes looked like they would fall off from their socket “The Don?” She asked “I dont know what you are talking about. I have no enemy and I dont know who the Don is” she added, even if that was true, the fact that she said she didn't know the Don would make anyone raise their eyebrows, everyone knew who the Don was “Perhaps I should refresh your mind a little “ he said as he wondered why she pretended the Don hadn't just make her experience what he thought was the worst moment of her life

I cried out. He pulled his hand away instantly. The whip landed again, this time across my ass and thighs. I screamed, my body arching. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping shamelessly down my legs. “You claim to be the Don but the real traitors are right under your nose and you don’t see them!” I snapped in frustration and desperation.

I looked at his face. The first time I'd ever seen him cry. The ruthless Don, crying like a lost kid. I believed his grief was real. It just had nothing to do with me anymore. I'd already shaken him out of my life, the way you shake dust off a coat. He kept going. "All the investments are gone. That's my punishment. Fine, I'll take it." "You turned down my proposal in public. That's my reckoning. I can take that too." "But you can't leave. I can't —"