The Return of the Mafia Don

The Return of the Mafia Don

Vianne Micheals

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Six years ago, Andre Gordonis was the perfect son-in-law, engaged to Hermosa Rodriguez and heir to the family empire. But a betrayal from his own blood framed him for embezzlement and nearly cost him his life. Hermosa's testimony shattered his heart, and his father's death sealed his fate. The world thought Andre was locked away for 15 years. But he disappeared after a staged accident on the way to prison, and now he's back. Masked, merciless, and head of an underground mafia syndicate, Andre has only one mission: vengeance. But when revenge collides with the woman who once ruined him, and the truth begins to unravel, will love reignite, or will it all go up in smoke?

Chapter 1 The Golden Son Falls

The sun set slowly over the Gordonis estate, casting golden light across the grand garden. Laughter echoed through the marble halls. Waiters carried trays of champagne, delicate hors d'oeuvres, and sparkling desserts. Rich guests in expensive suits and glittering gowns danced beneath hanging crystal lights. The entire mansion shimmered like a palace.

It was Andre Gordonis' 24th birthday.

The heir to the powerful Gordonis empire, Andre had always been seen as the "Golden Son," handsome, charming, smart, and respected. Tonight was a celebration of his youth, power, and future. The garden was filled with politicians, businessmen, models, and elite families from all over the city.

Standing proudly beside Andre was Hermosa, the beautiful and elegant woman everyone believed would soon become his wife. She wore a long, red satin gown, her dark curls pinned back, her eyes only for him. Andre held her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her fingers as soft music played in the background.

"I have something for you," Hermosa said, her voice sweet.

Andre smiled. "You've already given me the best gift. Your presence."

Hermosa laughed and reached into her small velvet purse. "This one's different. I made it myself."

She handed him a small black box. Inside was a custom-made bracelet. The gold band held a charm in the shape of a lion, the Gordonis family symbol, but carved into the back was something personal: "For when you feel alone. I will always be here."

Andre stared at it, emotions rising in his chest. He wasn't a man who cried, but in that moment, he felt something deep. "Hermosa... this means everything to me."

"You mean everything to me," she said softly.

He kissed her gently on the forehead, then took the microphone from the stand near the center of the garden. The music stopped as all eyes turned to him.

"Thank you all for coming tonight," Andre began, his voice strong and full of pride. "I know this isn't just my birthday. It's a reminder of where we've come from, and where we're going."

The crowd clapped politely.

"My father, Valentino Gordonis, built this empire from the ground up. He taught me that power is nothing without loyalty, and money means little without family. I'm proud to carry his name."

His father, a large man with silver hair and a firm jaw, nodded proudly from his seat near the front.

"And to the future-" Andre raised his glass. "May we grow stronger together. And never forget where we started."

Everyone lifted their glasses. Cheers filled the air.

But just as the first clinks of champagne glasses began... the sound of sirens pierced through the night.

Loud. Sudden. Unforgiving.

Gasps echoed. Guests turned their heads as red and blue lights flashed at the gates. Police cars sped onto the estate lawn. Officers in black uniforms flooded the garden, shouting commands and pushing past shocked guests.

Andre froze, his glass halfway to his lips.

"What is this?" he said, frowning.

"Andre Gordonis?" a police officer called out, holding a file in one hand and handcuffs in the other.

"Yes," he said firmly, stepping forward.

"You're under arrest for embezzlement, fraud, and money laundering."

The garden went silent.

Laughter stopped. Music died. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Andre laughed in disbelief. "This must be a mistake."

The officer wasn't smiling. "Turn around, sir. Hands behind your back."

"No," Hermosa whispered, stepping forward. "This isn't right."

Andre looked at his guests. His friends. His family.

"Someone set me up," he said, his voice louder now. "I've done nothing wrong."

From behind the officers, Tom stepped forward.

Andre's half-brother.

He wore a dark suit, his expression unreadable. "I have the documents," Tom said, lifting a USB drive. "The files were hidden under Andre's private account. Offshore records, fake charities, money moved without the company's knowledge."

He handed them to the lead officer.

"You lying snake!" Andre shouted. "You've always been jealous. You want the company. You want my seat."

"I want justice," Tom replied coldly.

Valentino Gordonis tried to stand but stumbled. His hand gripped his chest. "No... not my son..."

"Dad?" Andre shouted. "Dad!"

Valentino collapsed.

Screams broke out. Hermosa rushed to his side, tears running down her face. But Tom was faster. He knelt beside his father, placed a hand on his chest, and whispered something too soft for anyone to hear.

A moment later, Valentino Gordonis was gone.

Andre didn't have time to mourn.

The officers pulled him back. "Move!" one barked.

"Let me go!" Andre shouted. "I need to be with my father!"

"You have the right to remain silent..."

"No! This is a setup!" Andre yelled. "Hermosa! Say something!"

Hermosa stood frozen. Her eyes locked on his, full of confusion and fear.

From across the lawn, Andre saw her talking to Tom. Her hand grabbed Tom's arm, her lips moving fast. From where he stood, it looked like she was begging him... or working with him.

Something broke inside Andre.

His own brother.

His own woman.

And nobody was fighting for him.

As he was pushed into the police car, Andre turned one last time.

Hermosa was still standing there.

Not moving.

Not speaking.

Not chasing after him.

Not even crying anymore.

The door slammed shut. The world outside blurred as the car drove away, and inside, Andre's heart shattered.

The golden son had fallen.

And the people he trusted most... had watched it happen.

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