Ari The Don Novels & Stories

Lu asked. "Yea," I breathe out. "Damn sis you did good," Cello says looking at the body on the ground. "Good to see you too Cello, I also missed you and Yes your niece or nephew is okay thanks for asking," I say sarcastically. He laughs and comes over and helps me off the ground then kisses my forehead. "So how's everything up," I say. "Good we managed to take em down and captured The Irish wife," Toni says. "Good that bitch deserves to die," I say.

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

“Anyways, who is this new friend you’ve got?” “Her name is, Aria and she’s Adriano’s sister,” I answered. Hayley raised her brow in amusement when I answered her. “What?” I asked. “Girl, that doesn’t count. She basically just dropped at your feet. It’s like you didn’t have to work for it.” "Oh, I kind of did. Trust me. Aria is not someone who befriends just anyone. Even Adriano doesn't have much pull over her," I said. "She's like a hellion that lives for Adriano's torment but they love each other, that much is clear."

◇NO POV◇ Don is busy in company with his works, he decided to complete all the pending work as he needs to go on a trip for a week he is making sure everything that there'll not be any disturbance in the trip While he is busy in work, dhiren came inside, don smiled while looking at dhiren, he sat in the chair before and asked "what happened? Why you called me to come? Did something happened?" Don replied "I'm taking lamb on a trip for a week, take care of the company in my absence" dhiren nodded his head and said "don't worry I will look after the company"

Janessya says. “Aria is short for Marianna. I have known Karleena for years. However, what she didn’t know was that my father is the head of a mafia clan. He is the don of the clan that Mateo thinks he is learning the human trafficking trade from. Don’t worry my father is totally bullshitting him. I have no idea how my father knew Mateo was going to try shit like this but he did. However, saying that, he wasn’t expecting Mateo to injure or fuck try to kill his own father.” Aria explained.

Once. "Antonio Romano." He said the name the way you say something you are about to destroy. Quietly. Almost gently. "He's getting bold.” “I will gut him like a fucking animal and burn all his trucks while at it.” He straightened his jacket, tugging the sleeves into place before lifting his eyes to Vito. "Get the car." "Frank." Darius stepped forward from the corner where he had been standing so quietly. "If you go down there personally—"

"Arianna Moretti! Do you have to be this stubborn?" I yanked my hand free and pointed at Rosa, still standing on the stairs. "Get the hell out of my house, both of you! The Morettis don't shelter traitors!" Salvatore looked at me and let out a chuckle. "Calm down, Arianna. I'm the Don now. Anyone who goes against me is a traitor. You don't want to find out what happens to traitors in the dungeon, do you?" I clenched my teeth as a chill ran through me.

The sound held no anger, only a staggering, profound anguish. "The flight is cancelled," I said, taking a step closer. My security team fanned out, blocking any escape route. His shoulders slumped. He didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't call for help he knew wouldn't come. He just… looked at me. "I thought you were dead," he said, his voice thick. "When Luca showed me those records… “Dio”, I wanted to be." "Your grief is noted," I replied, my tone glacial. "And irrelevant. You don't get to escape the consequences of what you did."

I was broken in. My chest rose and fell like I was drowning on land. I glanced at the exit, it felt so far away. I craved the comfort of my cage, it was isolating and quiet, but at least I didn’t have to listen to these men speak of me like I wasn’t there, like I didn’t matter. “Don Savio,” Angelo lightly tipped his head at him. “Angelo Armani.” Don Savio was a tall and sturdy man with dark menacing eyes. He briefly glanced at me and then turned his attention back to Angelo, “You stand taller tonight. The Armani blood shows in your walk.”