Ari The Don Novels & Stories

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Aaron then turned to Alessandro and said, “Hi, old man. I like your look although you look like a bad guy from the movies.” Aaron’s words had almost everyone in the house gasp audibly. Adrian spoke, “I am really sorry about it. He has been pampered a lot.” Alessandro gave a reassuring smile to Adrian, “That is all okay.” He then turned to Aaron, “Hi, young man. By the way, I am a bad guy. I am the Don.” “Oh really. Would you like to play a game with me?” Aaron bet while showing off the gun in his hand.

His assistants had seldom witnessed this side of him. "It wouldn't feel right if you guys went in my stead. I need to be there myself. Why didn't you mention earlier that you invited my senior?" Don's vague wording left the staff bewildered. Who could possibly be Don's senior? Was there someone above him present? Just as everyone was rendered confused, Don suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had received a brief text from Aria. "No worries. I'll be around. The show is starting, and I must get on stage soon. See you."

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

“Oh, even better, she would appreciate everything you do for her more, and she would see you as a savior and that would give you power over her, it is perfect, you will be her lord and she would not dare go against what you say, a submissive woman, I like it,” Don said and Luciano wondered just what he would think when he finds out, Arielle doesn’t give a fuck and she was far from seeing him as a savior, more like an enemy, what? Submissive? That was the last thing Arielle was, but he wasn’t about to put himself down by telling Don the truth, and as far as he knew, Arielle knew just what game they were playing and she would not dare to disrespect him in public. “Yeah, I know,”

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

The man sighed heavily. " What's your name?" Ariana asked and there was silence from the other side. " Do not tell me that I am hiring my killers, ma'am?" He asked fearfully and a small smile appeared on Ariana's face. " No, I think it's best I call you by your name. It saves a lot of troubles," She calmly replied. " Okay," He replied then said," My name is Titus but in the business world I am HOT IRON in block form," He answered.

"I heard some of the men referring to you as whores." Aria laughed, her deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s not a derogatory word around here. Some of us were born into this world, others were saved from the outside and brought here. Everyone is respected around here. No one can do anything to us without our permit. Mariano is one of the best Don's we've ever had. He's strong, ruthless, a great leader, and loves the family. My father told me that he's exactly like his great grandfather, Salvatore. Everyone loved him." I nodded. Well, if they were so passionate about him…