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

The Aria who only had eyes for him died in that blizzard three years ago. The arrogant mafia Don looked like his spine was ripped out. He collapsed onto the hallway floor. "Put the guns down..." He covered his face in agony, his voice weak. "Let her go." The guards let out breaths of relief. They immediately stepped aside, clearing a wide path. I didn't spare another glance at the man slumped on the floor. I pushed the front doors open. I walked into the bright sunlight, never looking back. That night. A luxury penthouse suite in Manhattan.

“pffease’’ he bleats through a mouth full of broken teeth, I punch him immediately as the sound leaves his mouth, soiling my clean white crisp designer white shirt, with blood splashing on the arms and collar. I note to remind my personal assistant David Morano, bring me clean clothes before I return home, as I wouldn’t want Emiliana to see me like this. I’m not ready to share this part of my life with her yet, and seeing as she still doesn’t remember our past childhood life together, this new piece of information about my underworld life will definitely complicate our already complicated relationship. I really want this to work, but my patience is running thin, I shut my eyes tightly, letti

I never back down from a challenge. Fuck.

I thought in my head. It simply meant trying to argue my way out was only going to make things worse. I felt my shoulders slump, the fight draining out of me, the moment I saw the sign. I’d been tricked, completely and utterly, by the spoiled brat. The Don’s gaze swept over me, that flat, assessing look that made me feel like a bug under glass. Then he talked. “Take her out of my sight,” he said. "Yes", a tiny desperate part of me thought,

"You have disappointed me. Intruders from the West are encroaching upon our territories, peddling narcotics on our streets, tarnishing our reputation. This is intolerable." His eyes blazed with intensity as he continued, his voice escalating with each declaration. "I built this empire from the ground up. I shed blood, broke bones, and made sacrifices to secure our supremacy. And now, these outsiders believe they can challenge that? And why? Because you fools allowed it!" The final words dripped with contempt. "Our sole recourse is to demonstrate our prowess through force, and the initial stride in achieving that will be their elimination!" Vincent, Carlo, and Dominic exchanged uneasy glances

Ano, the leader of the Four Kings, bellowed just then, confused as he glanced between the impassive Frank and Dono, who sat limply on the floor. "No! This is impossible!" Dono gritted his molars, the heartrending pain from his left arm leaving him even more furious. He scrambled to push himself off the floor, withstanding the pain of broken bones as he raised his other arm. "No! This is impossible!" he bellowed, not caring about his friends' interference as his eyes went red. He charged at Frank again—he really doubted that he would fail to pierce Frank's defenses even as he stood there, allowing him to beat him up all he wanted!

I bet you Kylie would be laughing at you and planning something more,", coco continued as I kept mute rather a tear fell from my eyes, "Girl you have to swallow your pride, I think Don still loves you because I saw him the last and he doesn't look too happy like the Don we use to know", coco added all ready to go to work, "what do you expect me to do now coco? I can't go and beg Don, Coco I have fallen madly in love with him, but he was just using me", as the tears became too obvious, I said to Coco who came closer to me to wipe my tears,

What’s crazy is, in this state he looks pitiful, like a person who reeks of deep mental trauma, yet, I’m the victim here! I’m the one whose life has been ruined by his hands in the past and even now. I could barely lift my body off the bed, I was sore all over, so how is it possible that I feel pity for him? I must be losing my last straw of sanity! That’s must be it. I struggled out of bed and practically limped to the bathroom and when I was done I limped back in only to see Donn standing beside the bed. He got rid of the smoke but the lingering smell still clung to him.

“Don't insult my intelligence, Scarlett. Just sit there.” “I'm taking Daphne to the hospital to look at her arm. I hope you've calmed down by the time we're back.” “No! I'm begging you! Open the door!” I beat at the door and pleaded until it was smeared with the blood from my hands. Their footsteps moved farther and farther away. Outside, everything finally went dead. The pain knotted in my belly, the world blacked out, and I lost consciousness. When I woke again, the pain had dulled a great deal.

"Did you hear what you said earlier?" Jackson returned to sit next to Don. "Pride? We've lost our pride ever since we decided to join the Mafia-like David. No self-esteem remaining of us, Don. We have surrendered our whole life to him. There is no pride left of us." Jackson patted Don's shoulder. "At least we still have lives that we must defend. And it seems...." Don stood up from his seat. "Your face has improved because you laughed so wide earlier." Jackson's reflex held his cheeks. He involuntarily laughed so widely that he forgot to feel the pain he still felt.