Jared Donalson の小説・ストーリー

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

he says quietly, “the revenge motive is no longer on that Cosa Nostra Don’s mind.” I let out a sharp laugh. “Amazing. So what now? A new hobby? Collecting fragments of women whose husbands he wants dead?” Jared’s stare sharpens, but he doesn’t argue. He nudges the necklace with the tip of his finger, sending the sea glass pendant swaying between us, catching a sliver of the café’s warm light. “Zach Romano....doesn’t like his things ending up in the wrong place.” My molars clamp together. “I’m not his.”

"I hope you're okay and not doing anything dangerous. Just wait for me there, because I'm going to rush you and kill that son of a bitch. I'm going to finish him off, leaving him no chance to take another step in this world. Nothing can hold me back, not you or anyone else." For the past few days, Jared had never been at peace. The image of Caroline crying disturbed and saddened him. He was deeply saddened by what had happened to his wife. Even with their various strategic plans to attack the mafia that made everything go wrong. "Excuse me, boss." When Jared turned around, he found Donny standing in the doorway with a letter in his hand. "Is it something important, Donny?" asked Jared as he

"Oh, right. Don Rossi said he's taking me to tonight's negotiation. Since nobody is waiting for you at home anyway, once you get back to the estate, wash the carpets by hand. "The red wine you splashed during your last tantrum is still there. Don Rossi said it annoys him every time he sees it." Unlike before, I didn't glare at her coldly and simply nodded. "Okay." She was clearly satisfied with my obedient response and let out a disdainful snort. "So you've finally learned. And don't forget, even though you used to be the Costa family's principessa, you're still a long way from becoming our don's donna."

"Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

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?”

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

The surgery blade in his hand flashed under the cold light. "Don Marino, the Donna's indicators have all come back positive. Her immune system has been suppressed to its lowest point. We can start removing her kidney." "Do it," Ernest spat out the words coldly. The anesthesiologist walked slowly toward me and came closer to my spine with a long, thick needle. "Relax, Donna Marino. It will be over very soon." When the needle pierced my skin, I closed my eyes and started a silent countdown. Three. Two. One.