I'm Taking the Don's Kidney

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured.

He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby."

When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant.

Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms.

He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted.

However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.

When Ernest Marino entered the room, I was in a daze as I stared at a clump of dark hair on my dresser.

It had fallen off my head while I was combing my hair. That was not the only thing. My skin was starting to turn an unhealthily pale shade, and my nails had become fragile and easily broken.

"Why are you in a daze again, Mia?" A warm hand pressed on my shoulder.

Ernest was in a dark suit that fitted him perfectly. The cufflinks on his sleeve were printed with the Marino family's crest. It was a silver snake entwined around a cross.

He was gentlemanly and courteous. The eyes hidden behind his glasses were full of adoration and tenderness.

Ernest was holding an exquisite enamel porcelain mug in his hand. The liquid in the mug was steaming with a pungent and bitter smell.

"Drink it while it's hot."

I stared at the dark, dense liquid in the mug. It was making me nauseous.

"Ernest, I haven't been feeling very well recently. I'm always feeling anxious, and my hair is falling. Can we go to another doctor?"

He paused momentarily before scooping up some of the herbal brew with a spoon. He blew on it gently and put it to my mouth.

"Mia, taking care of your body includes the process of detoxification. Once you've gone through a complete detox, our baby will come naturally. Be a good girl. Don't be stubborn about this."

He spoke softly as usual, but there was something in his tone that informed me this was not a negotiation.

This was the control the Don of the Marinos had over everyone. In his world, his word was the rule.

I opened up my mouth to swallow the pungent, bitter liquid robotically. I was not like any of them. I hated bloodshed.

It was the reason why I changed my identity five years ago to