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The Boy Who Became Don

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 509    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

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oo loud in the kitchen. Someone saw Connor le

rs reached

ed the house, suffocating. He sent two

ed to his study.

voice, low and furious. I imagined what he would do to her. To

o do so

into t

. My mother stood before him, pale and terrified. Connor

uted, my voice

rious gaze on me

fault. I begged him to stay. I wanted to hear about the

g. Suspicion warred with surprise. I had

s my mother had told me about Chicago. About her family. I twisted them, made them about Conn

g at my father, trying to seem eager, h

He was still suspicious, but he saw something else in m

"Get out.

didn't look at me. She just

llway. He put a hand on my

o," he said, h

t a small, heavy object wrapped in a sil

ver, custom-made. Engraved

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cago River. It doesn't flow naturally. They reversed it. A feat

e almost a whisper. "Just like lo

ward my moth

her," he said. "Tell h

ne in the hallway with the heavy lighter in my

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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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