Bound By The Italian Don Novels & Stories

But she shook her head, seeming too anxious to sit down. “Ms. Sinclair, Leone Romano isn't just a successful businessman. He's the Italian Don!” she exclaimed, as if she'd uncovered some shocking secret. I'd heard his name before, and I knew exactly who he was. There was a reason people feared him and no one dared to cross him, knowingly or otherwise. He was rumored to be one of the most ruthless men in the business world, a man who showed no mercy to his enemies. Some even claimed he had the government in his pocket. Of course, the rumors about him being the Italian Don were true.

But it's probably this stupid abstinence I've been forced into because of the War with Don Marco. Greedy Dons make me sick. He's got Italy under his palm for decades now and has been uncontested. I crawled out of it and climbed my way up here and he suddenly wants me to hand over everything I've built. He doesn't know the monster I became and I have been setting up the pieces that'll crumble his empire to the ground. Then I'll gather it all in one hand and rebuild it. That's definitely why I'm opening my phone again and watching Carmen tell her husband off.

"I mean, the engagement ring you gave Ms. Fiore is an eight-figure collector's piece, whereas the one you gave Cecilia was just a cheap piece of junk you bought off a street vendor." "Zitto!" Luciano snapped, throwing his wine glass. No one dared to make another sound. I looked down at the faint mark left on my ring finger that the too-tight ring had left. I thought that, at least over the past four years, he had developed some feelings for me. But his next words cast me straight into hell. "She's just a maid's bastard daughter. Keeping her as an Amante Clandestina on the side to play with is more than enough."

He wore this careless mask on his face as he marched in the direction of this Irish guest like a predator. “If I were you, my dear friend, I had worried about my tongue because it could be ripped out at any moment now. Don’t forget whom you are talking about. She is my fiancée, my soon to be bride. Now get out of here before I lose it and surpass all the boundaries of our friendship by butchering you. I will not tolerate any disrespect towards the woman who is wearing my ring. Get lost.” The words were uttered loud and clear leaving the guests speechless and fucked. Their eyes and ears failed to drink the outline. Two good friends were suddenly at each other’s throat over a woman. It seemed

I stared at Amber really well and it sounded like he was in so much pain. "Well that's all in the past now, today I'm a serial killer", he said sounding normal again. My hands went to his cheek, "Are you happy being this person that you are?", I asked. He wrestled with his words for a long time, "I don't have a choice Lexy, there's no going back for me, I'm already in this and there's nothing I can do to stop this", he said in a painful whisper. Who would have known that the dangerous Don was in love with dogs.

He saw a younger version of himself in Christian and decide to help, but now he took his kindness for simplicity. "No, Not that one." Everyone's curious gazes lock on Vincenzo Wondering what their Don is talking about, the people that understand what he's saying, are his brothers. Dante and Dario. They smirk teasingly at Christian, they have been urging to end this mother fucker but Vincenzo was holding them back, giving Christian a chance to change. But everything in this life have a limit to it, and Christian just crossed his limit.

“Go away now. I'm not asking you to.” “Gio...” “Chi credi di essere per sfidare l'ordine del tuo Don? Io non sopporto la mancanza di rispetto, anche se viene dalla mia cara sorellina. Ucciderei per meno.” (Who do you think you're to defy your Don's order? I won't endure disrespect, even if it's from my dear little sister. I would kill for less.) He says in his perfect Italian, bringing even more magnificence to his posture.

“Feast your eyes on Catalina De Rossi, the daughter of Giacomo De Rossi, the untouchable Don of the Ravello Syndicate. The one who mocked you all, who swore no man would ever lay claim to his bloodline.” Don? Wait…. Isn't that…. Mafia?! Where the fuck am I? Also, this accent doesn't sound Russian, it sounded more like…… an Italian accent. What the hell is happening? Before I could make sense of anything, a hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. A shiver of revulsion crawled down my backbone. I thrashed against his grip, but he only tightened his hold, forcing me still. “Here she is,” he said, “Bound. Defenseless. At your mercy.”

Siena frowned. “I thought those were just stories,” she murmured. He let out a cold, humorless chuckle. “The police, the shootouts, the gangs in the city… you really think they’re fiction created by news channels?” She stayed silent, staring at him with a furrowed brow. Cristiano’s voice dropped to a deadly calm. “I am the Italian Don, Siena. And I became the head of the Famiglia after marrying you.” Siena’s heart stopped. Her entire body went numb.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"