Ari The Don Novels & Stories

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

ARIA " We already have a plan Aria ....I'm not involving you ,Fred wouldn't want that for you ...the least we can do now that we have no trace of him is to keep his wife and son safe ..." The Don said . " No I'm ...also a part of this Mafia ...I'm not a child I know what I want " I said getting up ..." " It's either you let me be a part of this or I do things my own way " I said and he cursed under his breath. .

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

“Really? That’s crazy! Then tonight is going to be even more fun. Your first time has to be something special, something you’ll never forget. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” Arya laughed a little, but it was more out of nervousness than real joy. She was starting to feel more comfortable around Dona, and she liked her so far. But there was something about Dona that made Arya feel slightly uneasy too. Dona seemed so confident and beautiful, the kind of person who always knew what to say and do. But Arya could also tell that if things went wrong, Dona might be the kind of person who would cause trouble. Dona walked over to a shiny black cabinet and pulled out two tall glasses. “Want a mimosa

"I've served under the Don for years and never once heard of him being a woman. How dare you impersonate him, and worse, insult his name? I'll punish you as if I were carrying out his will." I went pale as paper, summoning every ounce of strength to shove him away. I tore open my collar, revealing the massive tattoo on my chest. The crowd gasped in unison. "Could it really be…" "That tattoo… It's exactly like the one the Don has. Could it always be a Donna? And could she really be the Donna?" Giordano froze, then looked me over with a sharp sneer. "Arianna, you're not finished, are you? When did you get that tattoo? It wasn't there before."

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

Señorito Brad was near them but was talking to the Chairman. They all turned towards them as they approached. And Arianna felt foolish and embarrassed about keeping them waiting that long. She still trembled, though. And Eric released her hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. It was the Don who talked first. “Hello, Arianna…” he said in a soft voice, his eyes taking everything in, and his smile deepened but also turned softer. “Hija… I can’t believe how you’ve grown. You and your mother and brother have been keeping to yourselves and I haven’t seen all of you in a long while.” He raised his hand to hold Tommy’s shoulder. “This young man is growing up and l

Aria’s POV Luciano Cortez. The son of my father’s murderer. The man I was meant to hate forever. The man I had been slaved to. He was tall, about six foot two, broad-shouldered, with dark brown hair and piercing grey eyes. He carried a presence that demanded obedience without ever raising his voice. The resemblance to the former Don was unmistakable. In that moment, it became clear he was Luciano, the new Don everyone feared. “Where were you,” Luciano’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold, “when my uncle Ricardo was harassing her?”