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

Always being ten steps ahead, that was all my mother, Aunt Amelia and Jada. Oliver, Ryan and I made sure we were stronger than what our parents hoped for. We pushed ourselves every fucking day. I pushed myself to be the Don I am. The American Don. When I get out of here, these fools will pay for this. I just have to know there mediocre leader and everything will go as it should be. And I'll be back to my Alexandra. "How does it feel to be this powerless? Watching everything from the side 'don'?" He says 'don' in disgust before laughing. We go through different corners and until the last door appears. I am wheeled in where I see a man and woman make out.

I was a husband who couldn't buy his wife one hour of safety from the wolves. Slowly, deliberately, my knees bent. The proud King of New York, the man who had built a fortress to defy his father, sank to the floor. In front of the lawyers, in front of the guards, in front of the man who had spent thirty years trying to break my spirit, I slowly sank to my knees. The proudest man in the city put his forehead almost to the floor before his father. My broad shoulders trembled under the weight of my absolute, crushing humiliation, but my voice was flat, empty of any remaining pride.

He sat down on the floor devastated as tears flowed from his eyes. Matoe who was hidden in the church premises walked towards Ortega who was now on the floor, his white tuxedo was already stained in dirt and flit. "Hey man, calm down. You've got this?" "No, I have got nothing this men took my world away from me. Why didn't they take me instead? Ravenna had nothing to do with any of this." "You know you are untouchable, nobody can touch Don Diego have you suddenly forgotten? You are the Don of Dons. You've got this."

" Don said, voice controlled, then, before Jay could respond, Don's hand became a flying thing—a fist broken from my hold, a clean fist that struck Jay's jaw with the kind of strength that settled debates in one explosively irreversible point. Jay stumbled; there was a crunch as if someone were cracking beneath stress. When he got up, he spat blood and grinned—a hideous, stubborn grin. One tooth hung loose; the vision made me sick. Jay coughed up blood. "A little secret, Alpha Don," he said and looked down at me with a kind of pity. "I am a simple man." He spat once more. "I am a man who doesn't enjoy being told no about things he wants—whether it is a woman, a life, or something worse." Don

“Untie him.” Their eyes widened, but one glance from him had them scrambling to obey. The chains fell from my wrists, and I collapsed to my knees, coughing as the blood from my back soaked through my shirt. The Don crouched in front of me. “You’ll have scars. They’ll remind you who you belong to now.” I lifted my head enough to meet his eyes. “I belong to her.” For the first time, I saw something like respect in his expression. It was fleeting, but it was real.

His mind fractured but not his pride. Even as he was dragged, without mercy or reverence– just brute and cold silence. His pride was tightly tucked away. He was a once-proud aloha, one who had commanded armies with a glance and yet even though he was dirt-caked and bloodied, as the soldiers pulled him toward the borders like a criminal, he had a stubborn fierce look. I watched him. He didn’t beg. I didn't expect him to. No, Trent was too proud for that. But I saw it– the crack in his expression, the crack on his pride. His jaw clenched, eyes wide flickering between rage and disbelief.

I wanted to disappear, to find a corner where I could breathe again. But just as I took my first step, Don’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “Do you not know your duty… Cana’s bride?” I froze. What duty was he talking about? The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was sharp, commanding, and cruel, a reminder that I wasn’t free. My heart pounded painfully as I turned slowly to face him. Don leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched me struggle between pride and fear.

"The Don went to save Miss Leone. You can scream yourself hoarse. It won't help." "Everyone knows you've always had it out for Miss Leone. How do you think the armory blew up? We're not blind." "You'd better pray Miss Leone's fine. Otherwise, Don Galante will be the first to come for you." The pain in my abdomen surged, heavier and sharper than before. Something warm spilled down my thighs and soaked into my skirt. I tried to move. I tried to drag myself farther from the collapsed area. A loose chunk of stone fell from above and slammed straight into my pregnant belly.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.