Books By Don Winslow Novels & Stories

Valentino embraced me from behind, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. "What are you looking at?" "The news." I handed the tablet to him. On the screen was a small, unremarkable headline. [Former Mafia Don Lorenzo Bartoli Arrested on Multiple Counts of Murder and Money Laundering. Informant Revealed to Be His Mistress Sofia Finzi. Sources Report Sofia Gave Birth to a Stillborn Child in Prison and Has Since Been Committed to a Psychiatric Hospital.] Valentino gave it one look before throwing the tablet into the ocean.

How idealistic of him. As for the house he mentioned? It was just a worthless secondhand house. Besides, Riverpolis had been shifting its economic center to the south over the past few years, which caused the houses in my area to fall. That house was really not worth that much money. He wanted to use my money to get himself a good reputation? This was a great plan, and it was clear that he was not the one who thought about it. I looked toward Joy, and she was startled. I could see the excitement she did not manage to hide.

Win, win for me. We reach the dining room, and it's not what I expected. You know, a place with chairs surrounding a table? Nope, there are couches covered in silk, surrounding a table on the floor. And on the table are fruits and vegetables from the local area. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I haven't eaten in well- Ages. A throat clears, and I find Brixtius lounging at the head of the table. Sitting next to him is a buxom red-head. The woman is dressed like a slattern, her tits nearly falling out. And her hair was dyed because I can see her dark, brown roots. The drapes don't match her carpet. I also have a suspicion that there is nothing but air between her ears.

He drove away the only person who truly loved him with his own hands! "You... you were acting the whole time?" Nico asked, shaking. "Duh." Marco smirked. "You think I really wanted your sloppy seconds? I only played along to make you lose her heart for good." "And me," Bianca smiled smugly. "I never wanted a fool like you. I wanted the Russo money. Marco is the new Don. Naturally, I'm his woman now." Nico looked at his dead legs. He suddenly burst into a tragic laugh. "Karma... Fucking karma!"

he smirked, "First... Let me down— and I know you have Amber here, somewhere, let her go... Al too," Leaping, he flicked something on the chains, inflicted them to reel out, crashing on the floor as I pranced to my feet. Valdomore was standing a little away from me, hands tucked behind him. When I was chained to the ceiling, I couldn't make much of him, now I can see his features clearly, even in the dim light. He was bald, his irregular-shaped head has vast veins moving under the skin, like a snake ready to attack its victim. His eyes were a dark shade of red, with a mixture of black... He cared for no one, not even himself and I can see it all in his eyes,

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

His calm green eyes lock onto mine, steady and unreadable. They're not searching mine. They don't look like they suspect a thing. The tight feeling in my chest loosens a tad. The relief in my face might have shown a little as Dermos's lips curled into a slight smirk. I don't know what to make of it, and just like that, my anxiety spikes again. The rituals continue, but I am barely present. My eyes drink up the man. I know nothing except that he is the Don of the Italian Mafia. My eyes rake down his body, adorned in a white suit; he has the most innocent-looking face. The way his eyes twinkle didn't fit the description of the ruthless Don I heard so much about.