Ari The Don Novels & Stories

“I think it goes higher than that.” Before Sienna could respond, the apartment buzzer rang. Both women froze. Sienna frowned. “It’s late—” “Open it,” Aria ordered. The man at the door was tall, clean-cut, dressed in an expensive charcoal suit — confidence wrapped in charm. “Ms. Donovan,” he greeted smoothly. “I’m Luca Moretti. Independent investor. I believe we have mutual enemies.” Aria’s instincts screamed danger. “Investors don’t visit at midnight,” she said.

"Mario," "Shut your mother, lunatic," Candela snapped at Alfredo, making him look at her. "I don't know why this friend of a betrayer is sitting here free. He should be chained up with Adrian. And that bitch, Irina too," Candela said. Alfredo gritted his teeth. "Pay attention, everyone," Mario said. "Adrian Morelli is no longer the Don." "You can't make that decision, Mario. He has been the Don even before you were born," Alfredo said.

Donatello didn’t say a word as he looked at the four of us. “You knew of this, didn’t you?” Ariana asked her son. Donatello didn’t respond, and nodding, Ariana looked at Katerina “you two are going to make the biggest mistake of your life. Domenico is not like the other elders that you fought, and you two are not Lycans who can fight him back the way he does…”

Aria recognised him immediately and she looked at him in fear. “You are awake,” he said and took a step closer to the bed which made Aria move to the edge despite her cuffed hand making it difficult. “Wh… who are you? Wh… why are you doing this? Why am I here?” Aria managed to ask with her voice trembling. He stared at her for a few seconds before speaking. “My name is Dalvin Ferrari, I am a gangster and you have been kidnapped,” he replied as he moved closer to the bed.

He would have been beautiful in her eyes if he didn't have an ugly personality. "Bitch", Arieon mumbled angrily. The man laughed and grabbed her chin making her wince at how hard the pressure was. "Listen here, slut. Watch who you're talking to. I am Gordon Novok, the Don of the Scottish Mafia and Newsflash, you're far away from Italy", he said and her eyes widened.

“We don’t strike until I say so. Let them keep expecting chaos. Right now, we keep them distracted. Tonight, we sleep. Have Fixer deviate their attention from the chip we planted on their last shipment.” Ravenna looked into Ortega’s face, searching. “Don Diego… why aren’t you scared?” Ortega turned to her, his expression softening even as steel remained in his voice. “Scared? No, You’ve forgotten who I am, my love. I am the Don of Dons. I didn’t earn this title by flinching at threats. I own these cartels. When I want something handled, it gets handled. But tonight… I’ve had enough. All I need is my family safe.”

Don Lorenzo sat down on a cushion in the grand hall, arms crossed. “Get me Aria,” he ordered. Marco walked away to do as told. Three minutes later, Aria descended the stairs with her uncle. Her eyes kept darting toward Marco, his expression was different, not like his usual self. Reaching the bottom, Aria stood in front of her dad. “Welcome, Dad,” she greeted. Don Lorenzo ignored her. “I have something important to tell you,” he said softly. Standing between her uncles, Aria glanced left and right. The seriousness on their faces made her heart thud violently against her rib cage. Don Lorenzo lifted his head. His eyes were stern, his face emotionless.

“Don Diego” “Don Diego, it’s Armando. I have something you are going to want to see.”

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

Of course, he doesn’t get it. “Little Ari,” I say aloud. He stiffens. Just slightly, but I see it. “Ariella Romano is my wife,” I continue. “She is a Romano. She is your Don’s wife. I know we’re friends, more than brothers. But we can’t have pet secret names with my wife.” “It’s not a secret pet name,” he says quickly. “You wouldn’t have known it if it were. I have been calling her that for years..... Jesus.”