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The Boy Who Became Don

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 713    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

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whiskey, his eyes scanning the room, missing nothing. He was chari

ted to hear the stories. The r

at the edge of the crowd, observing. She was beautiful, bu

r. Their eyes were hard. They saw her as a rem

nner. For the inner circle only. The ca

bungalow," he said, his voice a

ask of obedience. She looked at

rned and walked away, her bac

th cigar smoke and the smell of whiskey. Th

table, ignored. I was just

spoke. He just listened, h

e of anger. She was devoted to my father, and he treated her

t. All eyes turned to me. Even

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k Sinatra. There's a line she always hums. 'S

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les went white around his glass. He looked

pushed his chair back, stood u

ace a thundercloud. The dinner co

se was finally quiet. I got out of bed and

rd my mother's bungalow. I

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r. And

sound I had never heard before. It was

rt pounding. I carefully peek

dimly lit by

there. And s

e was holding her. She was wrapped in his arms, her

embrace. It was not the embrace

isper her name

el

emotion. "I've thought ab

face wet with tears, but she was

e kiss

the window, my hand clamped over

tered. My moth

ray

eaming. The image was burned into my brai

fied. I was

s a liar. And the legendary brother

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“My name is Leo O' Connell, and I was just fourteen, the overlooked son in a crime family ruled by my tyrannical father. My only solace was my beautiful, quiet mother, Isabella, an outsider in our Irish world, sent as a peace offering from her Sicilian family. Then, my estranged older brother, Connor "The Ghost" O' Connell, a legendary enforcer, returned home after fifteen years in exile. Everyone around me buzzed with anticipation, but I noticed something unsettling in my mother: a forgotten energy, a bright light in her eyes, especially when she looked at Connor. That night, driven by a strange intuition, I crept to my mother' s private bungalow. Through a gap in the blinds, I saw them: my mother, Isabella, and Connor, locked in a passionate embrace, not the embrace of brother and sister-in-law. I heard him whisper a different name, "Bella," confessing he'd thought of her for fifteen years before he kissed her. My world shattered. My mother, beautiful and sad, was a liar. And Connor, the brother I was beginning to admire, was a thief of her affections. He was going to take her away. He penned a secret note, hidden in a Zippo lighter, detailing their escape and a new life together for all three of us. But consumed by a cold, selfish fear of abandonment, I found that note and burned it. I told her nothing, letting her believe he was simply leaving, forever heartbroken. Two years later, my father lay dying, naming Connor the new Don, and secretly ordering my mother' s death to clear the slate. To protect me, my mother lied to Connor, claiming I was my father's true son, forcing Connor to sacrifice his inheritance. He gave up everything, even his life in a bloody gang war, to secure a future for the woman he loved and the boy he believed was his brother. Only after his death, and my mother's passing from a broken heart, did the full, terrible truth unravel, leaving me as the lonely, haunted Don. Now I stand alone, a king of an empire stained with the blood of lies, forced to confront the devastating consequences of my selfish act and the unimaginable sacrifices made by those I loved.”
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