Novel & Cerita Why Does Don Lorenzo Have Gold Teeth

“You’re wasting your time, uccellina. You won’t find my sins in a nightstand. Try my office.” The air rushes out of my lungs. He isn't angry. My shoulders sag with relief. “Clearly. Because the only scandal I found is this.” Emboldened, I pull open the middle drawer and pick up the stash of mints. It explains so much as to why his breath always carries this refreshing scent, even first thing in the morning. Nero frowns, a flicker of annoyance dancing on his feature. "Put it back." A mischievous smile tugs at my lips, and I know I shouldn't push him, but seeing his reaction is too tempting to resist. "Seriously? Who would have thought the big, bad Don had a sweet tooth?"

I gasped, trying to pull back, but his grip was iron. Lorenzo stared intently into my eyes, inspecting every inch of my features like an artist judging a painting. "You really are quite pretty," Lorenzo murmured softly, his voice devoid of any real affection. "I see why my brother lost his mind over you. Though... I still don't think your ass is special enough to have Dante Giordano crying like a pathetic wreck." His thumb squeezed my chin harder, a flash of pure toxicity surfacing in his dark eyes. "You made my brother cry, little cop. I'll never forgive you for that."

"Elena almost had a miscarriage! Are you seriously still not giving up? Did you follow us so you could continue causing trouble here, in the hospital?" Pointing at the bandages around my head, I did my best to steady my swaying body. "I was injured too, and it wasn't something I could bandage up by myself." Lorenzo froze, and it was only then that he smelled the underlying stench of blood on me, which had been covered up by the smell of disinfectant. His eyes then darted to the thick bandages around my head. Blood was already seeping through. "Lorenzo, you said that you would marry me after she gave birth to the heir." My eyes reddened as I spoke, and my nose started tingling. "But do you ev

Luca took Ezio Conti very seriously. The old Don came through the gate in a car that was understated in the specific way of someone who had nothing to prove — black, clean, no unnecessary detail. He stepped out with the slightly stooped posture of a tall man who had spent decades leaning in to hear things and straightened as much as he straightened these days and looked at Luca with the sharpest dark eyes Luca had ever seen on a man his age. He carried his walking stick. He didn’t lean on it heavily.

But first, I had to get to the root of an issue. I looked at Matteo who was still standing there. "Have you heard about the rumours Luca Manno happens to be spreading?" Matteo nodded. "He says Don poisoned him because he wants to take over his territory." I shook my head. Luca Manno was a big fat liar, he handles only minority territories while my father's power cut across various states so what would my father need his crumbs for? I needed to go to the root of this all because soon I would take over my father fully.

Blood calling to blood. Renzo tilted his head. “Mummy, who is this man?” I opened my mouth, but Lorenzo wheeled himself closer before I could speak. He stopped right beside the chair, his good hand resting on the armrest. A soft, genuine smile curved his lips despite the pain etched around his eyes. “Hi,” he said quietly. “My name is Lorenzo DeLuca.” Renzo’s eyes widened. “Lorenzo. My name is Renzo. We have almost the same name.”

Isabella’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lorenzo said softly. “Everything is going according to plan.” “Then why didn’t you back me up out there? She said her stomach hurt, and you looked genuinely worried.” Lorenzo sighed. “I’m doing all of this for our child. She’s carrying him, after all…” His voice trailed off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet jewelry box. Inside was an antique sapphire brooch. He pinned it gently to her dress. “You wanted this at the auction. I bought it for you.”

"Don Santoro, you went to all this trouble to meet me just for a scrap of territory?" Lorenzo stared at me greedily, his eyes tracing my features as if trying to memorize them anew. "Bella, where have you been for the past three years? I know I was wrong. Please just come back. Half of the Santoro assets—no, everything. Everything I own is yours. You can be the Donna." I laughed. In front of his very eyes, I removed my hearing aid and set it on the table. The world went blissfully silent. I watched his mouth open and close as he shouted in mounting desperation. Only when he finally ran out of breath did I put the hearing aid back in.

There was no time for mourning, no time to second-guess. She emerged from her rooms to find Lorenzo waiting at the end of the hallway. He wore the look of a man ready to kill. But when he saw her, something shifted behind his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. “Like a queen dressed for war.” She stepped up to him, her voice soft but sure. “Because I am.” He reached for her hand and pressed something into it—a ring. Black gold, the Castellano crest etched at its center. She looked up at him. “What is this?”

But that’s when I hear a light, deep chuckle from the head of the table. I stiffen before raising my head to see amusement flickering across his expression. Carmen immediately reprimands him. “What’s so funny about her choking just now, Enzo?” she demands, and I’m surprised she can talk to him that way despite his dark reputation. Well, I guess sibling privilege has no limits. Lorenzo merely shrugs, taking a bite of his sugar-coated churro with nonchalance. Carmen then darts her gaze to me. “Ignore him, Liora. He can be an asshole sometimes, but he’s cool when he wants to be.”