Ari The Don Novels & Stories

, one of the soldiers said, wanting to question her being here. Arya turned to the direction of the voice and the soldiers mouth dropped. He just called the Don’s wife miss. “Where is the Don”, she asked, not bothered about it. “La moglie di Don”, he acknowledge her. “She asked where the Don is”, her guard said, eyeing the soldier. “Errr….he…..the Don….”, the soldier stammered. “It’s okay. You were only doing your job”, Arya said trying to calm him down, she didn’t even care.

As if sensing that I did not want to fight again he simply smiled. "How about we start over. Hi. I am Adriano." "Aria." "Good. Now how about I give you a tour of the house." "Where am I?" "You are in one of Don Morreti’s homes" he answered casually, as though this was normal. "Don Morreti as in the new Don of the Italian Mafia?" I asked. When he nodded my suspicions were confirmed. "Yes." "Alright but why am I here? What could the Don possibly want with me?"

“Enough. If you ask me, she's blocked the whole family! Don't take it to heart, Raphael.” “You're right about one thing, she forgets her place more every day! If she won't apologize, she shouldn't bother coming back!” “Shut up!” Raphael's eyes went red as he roared. “The one who forgets her place is you! Scarlett is my Donna. If she isn’t coming back here, where else would she go?” “I'm warning you one last time: watch your mouth!” The line went quiet for a beat. Then came Serena's cold laugh.

"Oh, of course, sorry. Ms. Sol wanted to take online classes. She is getting a bit stir crazy and unsure what her purpose is. She will calm down though, sir. She is young and not used to this life. She will adjust though." "Become quiet and obedient?" I asked with venom in my tone. Did I actually want that? "Yes, of course. As I said, she is young and not raised in our ways. She is learning though." "Learning?" I questioned. Did Solenne really care to know the lifestyle of a Don? She definitely won't like finding that shit out. Before Aria could respond Chiara bounced in. "Hi Don. I got everything I needed. Thank you..." "Shut up. Go to your room, child!" I ordered her.

She paused. "This looks like... some kind of fancy warehouse, or a posh safehouse. What is this, some kind of weird club?” She squinted at him, feigning confusion, though she knew damn well who he was. This was Don Adriano. The Italian Don. The one Hades had been fighting over Vito Carbone’s properties, the new head of the Italian Mafia. He was more powerful than she’d pretended to know. He chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that made her skin crawl. He walked closer, his eyes raking over her, like she was a piece of red meat on display. He was checking her out, you know?

He looked at me tenderly. "Now you have grown up. You are my most perfect creation. I will not allow anyone to defile you, not even myself." My heart was already riddled with holes from his words, but I stubbornly pressed on. "Fiorenzo, you are the Don of a mafia family. Your hands are stained with blood. You are not that sacred. "But even if you were God, tonight I would drag you down into sin with me." "This is the last time I will indulge you." He sighed.

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”

he asked, his voice calm, but with something unreadable in it. I didn’t know what to say. I could tell Marco already knew Jairo was a man, and that worried me. Marco could be gentle—but I had seen flashes of something darker when he was jealous. And sometimes, that jealousy led to anger. “I’m Jairo Silva,” Jairo said, stepping forward with an easy smile and holding out his hand. “The mayor’s son.” My face tensed slightly as I looked at Marco. He reached out and shook Jairo’s hand slowly.

Regrettably, Rena knew too much, so I have to act quickly to deal with her. “Suppongo che il motivo per cui stai chiamando sia perché hai trovato il mio contenitore, sei riuscito a riprenderlo e stai per tornare a casa”, ha risposto alla chiamata mio padre Federico, che sembrava pigro e come se si era appena svegliato dal sonno disse. “I assume the reason you’re calling is because you’ve found my container, managed to get it back, and are on the verge of returning home,” Responding to the call was my father Federico, who sounded sluggish and as though he had just awoken from sleep said.

Getting myself to buy into the idea of happily ever after would be nearly impossible but I lived for challenges. She shook my hand off her shoulder as she stared at me with a bored expression on her face. "Let me introduce myself properly. I am Alessandro, the biggest and most powerful mafia Don in the whole of Los Angeles. Everyone calls me Don but you can call me Alessandro." “Why?” “Because you make my heart race when I hear you say my name.” I took her dainty hand into mine and kissed it, holding back my smile as she blushed. I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned in to kiss her and she wrapped her hands around my neck, pulling me in.