Belonging To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."

Alora's POV Luciano—my big brother—always told me to stay out of trouble. My whole life, I had been shielded from dangerous situations. And now, I just managed to drive myself into the most dangerous one of all. "You’re in the Mafia now, Alora." My breath caught in my throat. "Mafia?" I blinked, struggling to process his words. "You’re telling me that Gianni… you’re all… in the Mafia?" Dante sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yes.I am Dante Bellini, Don of the Italian Mafia."

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

“Gloria, dear, you don’t need to call me Jefe. Luis is fine. The same for Veronica, you don’t need to call her Jefa or Donna.” “Wait Donna?” “Oops I forgot. Mama used to be the Donna to the deadliest mafia in New York the Sanchez Mafia. After she got rid of all the betrayers, she brought all those loyal here to the cartel and started over basically. I will warn you though, do not be disrespectful to her.” “Actually, I have heard about the Sanchez mafia from one of my case studies I’m working on right now.” “What does it say?” Luis asks concerned. “It’s about an FBI agent that infiltrated and then left the FBI to go back to the Donna.”

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

What does she mean. Natalie sees the confusion on my face so she explains. "Santino is the don of this mafia. They all are part of the familia." She tells me without hesitation. They were all in the mafia, making them really dangerous. At first i thought she was joking, but it seems she's not. I paused in my tracks when I see Luca sitted on the breakfast table, a stack of pancakes placed before him. He looked up when we got there, feigning surprise when he saw me.

“You thought crossing me was the best. Huh?” Bound to the metal chair, bruised and bloodied. His right eye darted round, his breathing strained. “Please Capo, I can explain—” Giving him a cold smile, “oh I'm sure you can explain E. Explaining, you will do. But first, what happened to Lealtà, to Omerta?” The dimly lit warehouse fell silent. “I want their names.” “I swear man. I don't know their names. We only communicated through books.”