mafia little dove

Isabella's pov Isabella after discharge from the hospital after her parents death at the age of 18 her grandma Mrs brown will start taking care of her Mrs. Brown : don't worry darling am your grandma i will take care of you let go pack your things so we can leave for the city early ok Isabella was still sad about losing her parents nod wiping her tears away they aboard a taxi back to Isabella house to pack her clothes and stuff she walked in packing her clothes and stuff her grandma help her the house was already a collateral to the loan agency she is left with nothing she cried again her grandma pat her they aboard the taxi back to the train station they collect their tickets and enter the train that the last of her small town before facing the life of the city in the heart of France The raid was a three hour raid and they stopped at their stop they walked out of the station they aboard a taxi to grandma house a modern house small but comfy mrs brown : welcome home sweetheart let me show you to your room she showed her a small room which was her mother's room when her mother was a young girl Mrs. Brown : this used to be your mother's room It's yours now feel at home ok Isabella : yes grandma mrs Brown : i will go make your hot chocolate tea ok Isabella nods her grandma and leaves her alone in the room she walk around the room she sigh she open her suitcase pulling out her frame picture of her and her parents Isabella: i miss you guys mom you room is nice thanks you tears in her eyes she started arranging the room cleaning it without the help of her grandma Later at night they prepare dinner together Mrs Brown : so Isabella tomorrow we will find you a new school around ok Isabella: ok grandma her grandma touched her hand mrs Brown : don't worry everything is going to be fine ok promise me that you will not think too much ok Isabella: yes grandma i promise Mrs Brown: thank you whu don't you go to bed early so we leave early ok Isabella : i will after i clean this dishes grandma mrs Brown: ok don't sleep late ok Isabella : ok grandma her grandma walk to her room Isabella also walked to her room preparing to sleep darkness take over Ethan Knight pov somewhere in the city of the rich side is the most dangerous and powerful and cold and heartless mafia ethan knights his name speak fear to men and his enemies he owns almost half of the city because he funds the government himself he is the rule every women dream man he is hot and perfect his tattoo speaks his name in his body at the age of 16 he killed hundreds men at the age of 20 he became the mafia heir and at the age of 25 he became the mafia himself his heart is lock away from love he believes love is a weakness his parents try to matchmaker but he chased them away believing they are gold diggers He was with his family his father ,mother his father mrs Tony Knight 45 years old the retired Mafia leader cold like ethan his mother Sarah Knight 41 years a kind and caring woman his little sister Stella a childish girl always teasing him she is 17 years old his brother Steven who is a good playboy and cocky who is 20 years only ethan can handle him when he misbehave mr tony knight: ethan me and your mother were talking about mrs Shawn daughter clare shawn you know her right the girl that graduated few months ago Ethan he continued eating without looking up mr tony : me and you mother think maybe you should take her out on a date ethan paused in his eating, looking up at his father with a slight look of surprise and irritation. He'd heard countless times the same thing from his parents, about how he should date to find a 'proper' woman. He let out a sigh and set down his fork. "Father, I'm not interested in blind dates," he said bluntly. "I'm too busy for that nonsense. And Shawn's daughter? Why her specifically?" Ethan leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass slowly before taking a sip. His storm-grey eyes flicked toward his sister’s scoff, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His mom: because she is a sweet girl i mean and she is beautiful His sister scoffed clearly she doesn't like the girl and he believes what his sister says he remembers the last time he met this Shawn daughter she was rude and a brat ethan: Sweet and beautiful?"** he repeated dryly, setting the glass down with deliberate calm. **"Last I checked, Clare Shawn called one of my men an ‘overpaid thug’ to his face at that charity gala—while wearing my family’s donated diamonds, no less."** He tilted his head slightly. His sister smirked into her napkin—*good*. She knew he remembered everything like a ledger written in blood. He turned back to them smoothly, voice low but final: **"If you want me to court someone worth my time… find me a woman who doesn’t mistake *manners* for weakness."** A beat passed before he added lazily—just to watch them squirm— **"...Or better yet? Don’t find me at anyone all."** His father : son am your father you listen to me and it will befit for the empire too Ethan took a breath, his jaw tense. The empire—the damn empire. Every decision he made for his future and his life always came back to that. He couldn't escape it, not even here at the dinner table. " Ethan:Father," he stated, his voice measured. He set his silverware down deliberately. "I am aware of the reputation and influence this family holds. But am I not allowed a moment of my own damn life and choices? His mom turned to his father: Darling why don't we let him make his decision Ethan flicker of surprise crossed face. He hadn't expected her to take his side. His father looked between them, then sighed heavily. ":You always do this," he said to Ethan mother, frustration clear in his voice. "He's headstrong and too stubborn to see reason." ethan sat back in his chair, silently amused at the sight of his parents discussing him like he wasn't there. He sipped his wine, waiting for the outcome of this little family drama. his mom: he is old enough to make his decision honey we should give him a chance too His sister : dad mom is right and i can't let some spoiled bart clare come and command me like am her slave right brother ethan: let out a low chuckle, swirling his wine lazily before taking another sip. His gaze flicked to his sister, smirking at her fiery support. **"Spoken like a true Duskbane,"** he mused, then turned back to their parents with deliberate calm—his voice quiet but leaving no room for argument. **"You want the empire secure? Then trust me to handle it *my* way."** A beat passed as he leaned forward slightly, gloved fingers tapping the stem of his glass. **"Because let’s be honest—forcing me into some transactional courtship with an entitled brat is how we *lose* respect... not gain it."** His mother sighed in reluctant agreement while his father clenched his jaw—but didn’t push further. Good enough for now. He smirked at his sister under the table and mouthed: *Nice one.* His brother : thank God i don't need to get married i still have a way long fun to play ethan shot his younger brother an amused, sidelong glance before taking another sip of wine. **": Careful,"** he murmured, voice low but carrying the weight of a warning. **"That ‘fun’ you’re so fond of? It has a way of catching up to you faster than our father’s temper."** His smirk sharpened just slightly—a silent dare. **"...Or have you forgotten the last time I had to bail your reckless ass out of trouble?"** He leaned back, swirling his glass lazily while his brother paled just enough for him to notice—*good*. He might indulge in rebellion in small doses, but never stupidity His brother: why do you have to bring that up Ethan: smirked, tilting his head with mock innocence as he swirled his wine. **"Because *someone* has to remind you of reality before your little adventures get *too* entertaining,"** he drawled, voice smooth but edged with warning. A slow sip. A calculated pause. Then— **"Unless you'd prefer I let the next mess you land in... resolve itself?"** His storm-grey eyes locked onto his brother’s, unblinking—a silent challenge wrapped in velvet threat. His sister muffled a laugh into her napkin while their parents pretended not to hear any of it. Classic family dinner diplomacy: half warning, half performance art. Ethan immediately pulled out his phone and text his men to find him a wife His sister snorted. His mother sighed. His father took a deep breath—and Kael chuckled, a brief sound of amusement. **"And *this* is why I'm the level-headed one in the family,"** he drawled, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He couldn't help but find this entire situation slightly amusing, though he kept his composure. he text his men stone to find him 'suitable bride'. *This was going to be interesting. His father : i give you one month to bring a girl home i don't care who is she ok Ethan paused mid-sip, lowering his glass with deliberate slowness. The air in the room sharpened, tension threading through like a blade’s edge. **"A month?"** he echoed, voice dangerously soft—the kind of tone that made even seasoned men hesitate. His smirk didn’t reach his eyes this time. **"You *don’t care who* she is? Now *that*,"** he mused, tilting his head slightly, **"sounds like a challenge."** He set the glass down with a quiet *clink*, leaning back in his chair as if weighing some invisible option—then flicked an impassive glance at his brother (still frantically texting). **"...Fine." A slow blink.** **"But when I bring someone home… you don’t get to complain about my methods."** The unspoken threat laced beneath the words was clear: *Interfere, and I make this very difficult for everyone.* His mother looked uneasy; his sister bit back a grin. He just reached for another bite of dinner as if they hadn’t just lit a fuse on something explosive.The dinner ended he walk back to his car heading back to his penthouses The car ride back was a silent one, his mind already shifting to the task his father had dropped on the table like a grenade. Bring a girl home in a month, no questions asked. ethan sat back, the city lights passing in streaks of color against the darkness beyond the tinted windows. A month. Not enough time to properly find someone he genuinely cared about, even without the added pressure of finding someone his *family* thought was 'suitable'. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a *great* month. watch out of episodes two guysss🥺🥺🥺🙏pleses love it i love you guys