Bound By The Italian Don Novels & Stories

] Looking around him and no one moved for a few minutes until and elderly voice said quietly but with dignity, ‘Sì, posso’ [Yes I can] Don Luciano, the eldest of the Dons who had sided with the beautiful young woman from the very first day he had met her, pushed himself to his feet. He was in his seventies, incredibly old for a Don, very few lived to retirement age, and he was the most respected of all of them now many of them looked at him in horror, ‘Lo sapevi?’ [You knew?] The mutters went around the room, ‘Sì, lo sapevo’ [Yes I knew]

"I am not an uncouth gangstar like Luciano Bambina, my famiglia has been around for ages and you can't compare it to whatever it is Luciano built for himself and calls a Mafia." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Blah blah blah... Gangstar.. Mafia... Fami--whatever! It doesn't change who you people are! What I need to know is if I wouldn't be played by you!" Don's eys darkened and he looked pretty offended. Good. "Well if you must know, the contract isn't just any contract. It's a sacred and traditional Italian oath. It will make sure neither of us plays the other"

I grabbed Santos's hands and he chuckled. "Hey, calm down, okay? They won't do anything to you" "Easy for you to say. You are used to this life. I am not" "Well, I never wanted this life for myself, but what to do, huh?" He pushed my hands away and I held him back. "I didn't mean it that way. I am sorry, huh?" Immediately we got into the mansion I saw a very big framed picture of Don. The Don is so good-looking. One of the hardest things to do in Italy is to pick a man because they are all so good-looking and hot.

“Walk where?” “Away from here,” I growled. “You want me? Fine. But we have to do this away from the house. I don’t want Flora or the kids seeing or hearing any of this.” He studied me for a long while, then nodded slowly, almost like he was just humoring me. “Lead the way, figlio.” I didn’t like the way he said that. Figlio meant son in Italian. My gun remained where it was though. If he had backup hiding nearby, I needed to keep him moving. I didn’t want him giving someone the signal to take a shot at me.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

She hesitated only a second before stepping inside. The air was cold, stale. She crept through the narrow corridor, her bare feet silent against the floor. Voices grew fainter, but one stood out—deep and furious. Alessandro.“He’s gone? Then bring me the proof. If Romano thinks he can hide—he’s already dead.” A chill swept through her. Her father. Gone. Her stomach twisted. She wanted to scream, but a sound behind her made her spin. A shadow detached from the wall—a figure, tall and silent, blocking the passageway.“Elena Romano,” the man rasped. “The Don said not to leave.”

But all I could see was that crest, that symbol, pressed against the throat of a Santoro who looked at me with exhausted, accepting eyes like he'd been waiting for this. "You think you can just sit there?" I snarled in his face. "Wear that ring like it doesn't mean anything? Like it's not soaked in my family's blood?" "Dante, let him go!" Tommy had his hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me back. Alessandro didn't struggle. Didn't speak. Just looked at me with something that might've been understanding, and that made me angrier. Sofia's voice cut through the chaos, cold and sharp. "Everyone stops right now or I'll have you all shot where you stand."

"And when we return to Earth, you'll be more. Luca already sees your loyalty. I have also seem your good hard work and loyalty too. My brother luca was indeed lucky to have you beside as. It's truly worth it. And I'll make sure he rewards it." Enzo nodded. "Sure… when we return." Donato frowned. "What does that mean?" Enzo turned suddenly. "Look ahead, sir! Something moved." Donato squinted into the trees, as he looked back to see what Enzo wanted him to see. But it was too late. Enzo bent down and grabbed a heavy stone. "Forgive me," he said silently. Crack. The stone hit the back of Donato's head with brutal force.

The delicate black lace veil shaded her features, granting her an aura of mysterious, untouchable elegance. “Salvatore,” Don Bernardo’s voice echoed across the courtyard, raspy and thick with a deep Sicilian cadence. “Don Bernardo,” Salvatore replied, approaching the elder Don and bowing his head in formal, traditional respect before embracing the old man with a double kiss to each cheek.

The whole world envied how much Don Arthur Valenti adored his wife. What no one knew was that I'd hated his guts for a long time. The weekend I found out I was pregnant, I yanked the steering wheel and deliberately drove straight into the guardrail on an overpass. The airbag exploded. The crash gave me exactly what I wanted. Blood poured from my body, soaking the leather seat beneath me. When Arthur rushed into the hospital, his custom suit, always immaculate, was a wrinkled mess. Sitting up in the hospital bed, I took the pink diamond ring he'd proposed to me with and threw it in the trash right in front of him. "Congratulations, you took over the entire East Side today." He was always calm