Ari The Don Novels & Stories

Each step felt like it landed directly on his heart. When I reached him, I removed my mask. The face that had once been sallow and haggard now glowed with health and vitality. "Long time no see, ex-husband." I smiled, but my eyes were cold as ice. "Ex-husband?" Domenico looked like he had been struck by lightning. His face turned deathly pale. "Lucia, I know you hate me. You can get revenge however you want." He dropped to his knees, ignored the stares of everyone around him, and grabbed the hem of my dress. "Just come back to me. Everything in the Calvetti family is yours. I'm yours too! I can be your dog or your slave. Just don't leave me again!"

He was an overall handsome man for his age. “Dad, what are you doing here?” Ari stood up and her father along with his bodyguards of about three hefty men followed behind him. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I'm here to meet the family and see the man you got pregnant for. You know I don't play about my daughter.” He said the last part sternly, giving Lydia and Lorena chills. He smiled after and reverted his attention to the gathering. “Good evening family. I am Arianna's father, Mr Philips. But you can call me Don Philips.” He smiled mischievously and Ariana face-palmed herself and exhaled.

But he just stepped closer, extending his hand again. "I'm Roberto." "Roberto el Demonio Cárdenas."

ARI’s POV My hands trembled as the weight of the truth crashed down on me. The Stranger—the man I had kissed, trusted, and even helped—was Cross Margiello. The infamous Mafia Don who had evaded the police for years. My stomach churned as I remembered his warm smile, his teasing words, and the trust he claimed to have in me. How could I have been so blind? “Ari, are you okay?” Gina asked, touching my arm lightly. Her voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.

Alcina saw it and their reactions, ‘Quindi si tratta di questo, il grande Don non c'è più, questo eNoame relitto jibbering che si incazza, questo è il tuo futuro? Sei cieco? Chi di voi sarà la sua infermiera che lo pulirà come un bambino? Bene? Voi sciocchi, è pazzo non riuscite a vederlo? Non hai alcun cervello? I Miei uomini sono fuori, nessuno di voi se ne andrà vivo. Metti giù le tue pistole e liberami o muori’ [So it comes to this, the great Don is no more, this huge jibbering wreck pissing himself, this is your future? Are you blind? Which one of you will be his Nursemaid cleaning him up like a baby? Well? You fools, he is insane can you not see it? Have you no brains at all? My men a

"Powerful lords of this land, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate my unica hija's 18th birthday." His voice reverberated in this secluded office where thousands of familiar photographs hung on the walls. These were pictures of those people who belonged to the highest rank in the society—the socialites, illustrados, principalias—and in more modern terms: the rich and the billionaires. The man who was speaking was her father, the Alpha Don himself, Don Arnulfo Viaje del Cargador. He is a 61-year-old, cunning, and cold-blooded hound who hunted everyone who came his way. The seriousness in his face and his intimidating persona were evident as he spoke in front.

"What has that got to do with anything?" "The school Don has only ever been with girls of his class." "Who is the school Don?" "Don't worry your pretty head about that. In our world, it's the secret title of whoever is ruling the largest or dominant frat." Boma was still confused. "Who?" she asked. "Your boyfriend." Paulet clarified. Boma anxiously assimilated the information. "Are you going to answer my question or not?" Boma was confused "What question?" "Are your parents rich?"

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

"Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show." Then the familiar scent of his cologne cut through the smoke. A hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting. Enzo's flat but faintly amused voice followed. "Sophia Vitale. Wake up. Cut the act. I'm here. You were pretty capable when you blew up the armory. So what's this now? Playing pitiful?" I wanted to explain and beg. A broken, rattling sound escaped instead. The pain in my abdomen felt as if it were tearing me apart from the inside.

*** In a coded location. Don Sanj, who was working for Ariana’s ex-boyfriend, Don Schumer, who is also working with Ariana’s stepfather, sat at a round table to discuss matters. On another table was a great hacker, Julius. The guy was brilliant. Don Schummer and Ariana dated for just a short time before he broke up with her due to her father’s gambling habits. At that time, he was not a Don but since his father passed away, his inheritance, title, and gang were passed down to him a year ago. He had been in Russia for months before Italy and was just getting back to hear the news about Ariana’s involvement with the Blades.