All Chapters of The Don is Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HOLLY Because it is a tea party, husbands and spouses are not expected to go together. But, I am surrounded by men with high testosterone levels today. They are above six feet tall and have muscle mass distributed evenly over their bodies. Gosh! I had no idea that the task could be so entertaining. I was initially afraid that it would be dull, but it turns out that it's rather entertaining. "Could you pour some tea for me?" I overheard what the guy said. When I was leaving with the little cart, this dashing gentleman was staring at me as if he was peering into my very being. "There isn't a magic word?" I gave him a kind grin. "I'm kidding." I filled his cup, but as I turned to go, I realized that he was staring at me with an even more intense concentration. Am I wearing something that shouldn't be on my face? I sure do hope not. "Do you require anything else in addition to this? Do you feel like trying something else instead? The one you already have is—" Shit. Because of those eye

HOLLYIt's a bit muggy out tonight, and if I don't take some measures to cool down, I'll be drenched in sweat before morning. So I took a shower and dried my hair with a towel. I want to have a good night's rest tonight. The fan is all I have for cooling off in my apartment, as there is no air conditioning.I reached for my laptop and turned it on. Before logging in, I took a small device from my bag and activated it. All other equipment used to track me down will be rendered useless. Sometimes, it's tiring to be me, but I have to do this or the past will continue to haunt me.Casa da Varano. He never leaves that place, and I can't just go in there. It would be suicide to face a damn battalion. It is surrounded by a huge wall and moat designed to keep attackers out. It is built on the tops of hills so the people inside could see attackers coming from a distance. I know I won't make it past his second layer of protection, given the number of guards he employs. By that time, he would ha

LUCAAs the lights went out in the room, I stood there staring aimlessly out the windows. I could hear breathy moans coming out from the television. Fuck. There have been many attractive women dangling themselves in front of me over the past few weeks, but I haven't been able to work up even the slightest interest in having sex with them. Now, however, skinny Holly Hopkins in mediocre clothes has me swooning.Swoon. I never swoon.Holly is not really skinny— she's just too lean for my liking. But his plump breast and firm buttocks just won't leave my mind. Adding her beautiful face in the equation is enough to drive me insane. And look where it got me? I am living in the same building. I asked Dante to have someone move out and offered them the triple amount of their rent so I can move in last night. I figured if I stayed the night near her place and ate breakfast with her in the morning, the strangeness would go away. But as we ate, she switched into full-on flirt mode and turned u

HOLLY I stared at Luca, unsure whether to laugh or run. Dance after dinner? That sounded like something out of a dream — the kind of dream I wasn’t supposed to have. Not with him. Not with anyone.But there he was, standing in my kitchen like he belonged there. Like he’d always belonged there.“You’re serious?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.He shrugged, but his eyes betrayed him. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just… I like this. Us.”Us. That word hit harder than I expected. I turned away, pretending to adjust the wine glasses, but really, I needed a second to breathe.Because if I let myself fall into this — into him — I might forget why I came here in the first place.And I couldn’t afford that.Dinner was perfect. Too perfect. The risotto was creamy, the peppers were stuffed with just the right amount of spice, and Luca kept pouring wine like he was trying to loosen me up. It was working. Damn him.We talked about everything and nothing. He told me about his childhood — the pa

LUCAI don’t drink often. Not because I don’t enjoy it — I do. But because when I drink, I think. And when I think, I unravel. And unraveling isn’t exactly a luxury I can afford.Tonight, though, I make an exception.Dante shows up unannounced, as usual, with a bottle of something expensive and a grin that says he’s either here to celebrate or stir trouble. Probably both.“You look like you’ve been punched in the soul,” he says, dropping onto the leather chair across from me.“I’m fine,” I reply, pouring us both a glass.“That’s what people say when they’re absolutely not fine.”I hand him the drink. “Cheers to your unsolicited therapy.”He clinks his glass against mine. “Cheers to your emotional constipation.”We drink in silence for a few minutes. The fire crackles. The shadows dance. And I try not to think about Holly.Failing, of course.“She came to dinner,” I say finally.Dante raises a brow. “Holly?”I nod.“And?”“She was perfect.”He smirks. “Of course she was. She’s terrifyi