Ari The Don Novels & Stories

Arin asked in surprise. "Of course" Irish smiled. "Is he my age mate? Will you bring him over to play with me?"Arin asked excitedly and Irish laughed. "No! He's seventeen" Irish said. "Ohh" Arin said disappointedly. "Sorry" Irish smiled. "How come you never talked about him" Arin pouted. "You never asked" Irish said. "Now I'm asking" Arin said. "His name is Arusha Levine and he's in high school" Irish said.

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, making way for someone who walked in as casually as if he were strolling through a fivestar hotel lobby rather than a trashed, rundown apartment. The man wore a dark gray threepiece suit that looked immensely expensive, even in the dim light of the flashlights. His leather shoes gleamed as he stepped over the door debris without hesitation. His face was sharp, with a strong jaw and eyes as black as soot that radiated absolute dominance. Matteo De Luca. Noah swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert. He recognized that face from the thousands of articles and files he had just hacked. The Don himself had come to catch him.

The doors opened before I could respond. The room was set up like an old gentleman's club, all dark wood and leather chairs. Vittorio Santoro sat at the head of the table like he owned it. Maybe he thought he did. Gray streaked his dark hair but he still looked solid and dangerous. His oldest son Nico stood behind him with arms crossed, the kind of man who enjoyed violence for its own sake.

Whatever he had in hand decided my future. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “Power isn’t taken—it’s claimed, and I claim you.” ~ IL Don Dante.

Aria asked with a smile as she looked at Reyan, Hierro and Iero. They took refuge in a house that they passed by and borrowed their kitchen to cook. Well, it was only Hierro who is cooking since only Hierro knows how to cook among them. Aria was born from a wealthy family and has been served since young so she doesn’t know how to cook. It is similar to Iero, who was born as a prince. Not to mention that he also has an elder brother who is extremely doting of him. So, how can Iero know how to cook?

She does not like going out with Oliver. Daria and Dmitry are sitting on the other groom's side, and I see Daria crying like I am. Sienna, my mother-in-law, is sitting next to me, holding my hand. Next to her are Aria and Christan. They only have a son in Enrico. He will one day become the Don of Dons or the King of the Italian Mafia like Christan is known as the head of the Italian Mafia worldwide. I do not envy Enrico. It is a tough job. The Bianca family has been Don of Dons for ages. I have missed Aria. We have not seen each other often lately because she is in Italy and I am in America. She is still the best sister-in-law in the world. Enrico and Rolando are almost the same age. One day

Alissa rolled her eyes and Aria already imagined who was the owner of that voice, after all had heard it the other day. In Aria’s vision, Mateo looked like those street-racing bikers. Probably a typical women’s catcher, who was sunbathing and full of tattoos all over his body, covered in a black shirt and jacket. "Pleasure, Mr Romano, I believe." Aria smiled politely. "I’m sorry about your incident, beautiful. I’m here now, I’m the best to protect you." He looked at Alissa with his brown eyes and asked: "Don’t you think so, Ali?"