Why Does Don Lorenzo Have Gold Teeth Novels & Stories

Encrusted with diamonds. It looked more like a collar than jewelry. Ostentatious. Ugly. Perfect. I held it up to the light, spinning it so it flashed. Pressed it to my chest and spun around to show Father and Dante. Pointed at it with a big smile. This one. Inside, I wanted to vomit. Dante laughed. Sharp. Mocking. "Subtle as a brick, our Luna. She wants the big rocks, Don Dario." I ignored him.

“Wait here. I want to change before I show you.” Lorenzo watched the excitement in her face and felt, for reasons he did not want to examine too closely, a flicker of discomfort. It was not as though this was the first thing he had given her. The penthouse, the gowns in her closet, the jewelry, the bags, the easy luxury she had already learned to live inside—most of it had come from him. And yet something about the way she had looked at that yellow diamond necklace at the auction had left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He wore a different suit…dark gray, perfect…and his face was a cold, hard mask. But his eyes… his eyes went straight to Louis, bleeding and pinned against the wall. Something in those blue depths shifted, darkened, and caught fire. Bruno recovered first, a nasty grin spreading across his face. “Well, well. Louis got himself a sugar daddy. You here to pay his debt?” Lorenzo didn’t even glance at him. His gaze was locked on Louis. When he spoke, his voice was low, quiet, and thick with an accent that wrapped around each word.

I left Ava coughing on the floor as she tried to catch her breath. If she tried that shit again next time, I was not going to hold back. ~~~ DAY 4 “Xander gave us these.” Lorenzo raised the golden locket that was hung around his neck, and Vernero followed suit. For the past few days, I have seen them walking around with the lockets like they held something so dear. “They contain the ashes of our son,” Vernero added up with a small smile glaring at Xander. So they were besties huh?

Instead, he bit the lobe of my ear—hard enough to make me jump, soft enough to send a shiver down my spine. "The Don doesn't negotiate with his property," Lorenzo said, stepping forward. "He owns it." "He owns nothing," I spat, trying to pull away. Dante’s grip tightened. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. He flipped it open. Inside was a ring. But it wasn't a diamond. It was a jagged piece of black onyx set in blood-red gold. "Put it on," Lorenzo commanded. "No." Dante didn't wait. He grabbed my left hand. His fingers were twice the size of mine, calloused and rough. He forced the ring onto my finger.

"A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?" He smiled and reached for my hand like nothing had happened. "Hey. Being the Don of the Ferro Family, it's not that big a deal." But there was pride at the corner of his mouth. I stepped back, out of reach. "So the bet with Vivian — that's why you put on this act for three years?" "You've got the talent. Why not head to Hollywood with her?" Finally, the careless mask slipped. His brow tightened. "Don't get the wrong idea. The bet was just whether you'd believe this ring came from a sweepstakes."

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

My stomach churned violently, and my vision blurred. Suddenly, Sofia screamed. "Cesare! The family heirloom necklace you gave me is gone! She was the only one near me. She must have stolen it!" My mind cleared slightly, and I panicked. "Don Valeri, it wasn't me!" Cesare looked at Sofia and her reddened eyes, then said thoughtfully, "There are a lot of people around. Let's check first." "Who else could it be?" Sofia spat, freeing herself from his hold. "If you don't search her, I won't marry you!"

I didn't want to provoke him during such a dangerous moment, so I kept Donna Nostra's dying request a secret. All I could do was endure everything and secretly help him stabilize his position in the family. Lorenzo stumbled back two steps. His face was red with fury. "I don't believe you! You're lying! You're an orphan. Where would you even get the ability to do any of this?" he screamed. "You're trying to win my sympathy by telling another story just like when you faked your identity to marry into the Nostras! Sofia! Are you lying to me again?"

One day, Lorenzo shared something personal: “I really want to see my child and my grandkids. I heard my child has a family, but they won’t let me meet them or their partner’s family.” “Why not?” we asked. “They hate me,” he said sadly. “They think I’m a bad guy, but that’s not true. I just want to see my grandkids.” I felt a strange sympathy for him. It’d been a while since I’d felt that way about anyone. Then Lorenzo showed us a photo of his child, Vittoria. When Martina and I looked at it, we both gasped. “That’s… our mom,” we said at the same time, stunned.