Bound By The Italian Don Novels & Stories

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

‘Feisty, I like that’ He grabbed her neck and pinned her to the wall squeezing tightly until she was gasping for air and going limp against him, pulling her forward so his friend could get behind her and hold her arms he calmly unzipped his pants and dragged out his cock ‘Time for a little fun’ They pushed her dress up to her waist tearing off her flimsy lace panties and bending her forward pressing greedily against her sex just as Nikita and two of the bouncers strode towards them, ‘Let the girl go’ He ordered quietly and the man holding her turned to look at him, ‘Do you know who I am?’ He sneered, ‘The Italian Don's eldest son Francesco now as I said let the girl go’ Nikita kept his voi

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

It was useless trying to fit in here. She placed her hand on mine and said, "Don't worry, we have other people who speak Italian but they are not from here. For example, a second in command of the Luciano family was once from Scotland." I sighed in relief. "Who was that man we met outside?." I finally decided to ask. "He's the Don of the Luciano family. He manages the northern part of Italy." I shake my head and asked, "He's dangerous?."

"For real this time." My shoulders tensed as he started walking around me, that evil as fuck grin plastered on his face. "Like I said, I heard about the struggle between you and the Polish, but that's not all I heard. A little birdie told me that the stone hearted Andre DiMarco, Don of the entire Italian mafia was so close to capturing the head of the Braterstwo but came back for some girl. A girl!"

Breakfast was filled with Vincenzo staring at me and me blushing every time I looked up at him. I also found out the reason the Italian Don is here. Apparently, the Russians have been stealing shipments from then. The Russians have always wanted power and money, so them stealing million dollor shipments would get them what they want. They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. -----

“Are you alright?” The Italian Don blinked once, hard, forcing himself back into control. His jaw tightened, his eyes instantly hardening into steel. “Yes,” he said, his voice smooth but deadly low as he snatched his eyes from Sila’s smiling face and turned towards Declan. “Just… surprised to meet such a familiar face.” He said pointing towards Sierra. Declan's eyes narrowed at his comment and he wrapped a possessive hand around Sierra’s thin waist. “Familiar? This isn’t the first time my fiancee came to States.”

he asked no one in particular "Look at De Luca's son. He's only sixteen but already he's getting into the business. And that little shit looks like he might really turn out to be my biggest competition yet" "Padre..." "I said SHUT UP" Angry that he'd ended up with two useless girls, the Don descended on them like a possessed man. He didn't care who his blows landed on. So long as it was one of them, he was okay with that. When Marianna realized that, she pushed Carina forward so that she got most of the hits. By the time the Don was done, Carina's face was swollen with bruises everywhere while Marianna only had a few bruises.

Caleb levelled his gun at the Italian as he burst through the door, ‘You messed with the wrong guy.’ He snarled turning to shoot one of Lucian’s men stupid enough to rush him, ‘Did you think I would sit back while you took what is mine? Without any warning he shot the Don in his knee then stood over him, ‘Don’t ever fuck with me again. Leave the country immediately. Get on your fucking plane and go home to Italy or I will kill the fucking lot of you’ He snarled and looked across at his men, Anthony was gently picking Trina up from the floor and he gasped at the cut on her head.

’ [No, this time he was not going to lose her, she had to understand his reaction had been perfectly normal for a red-blooded Italian male, he had been jealous that a man, especially someone like Cameron, had raped his woman, even it it had been brief and ended in his losing his life. Determined to sort this out with her he headed out and got into his scarlet Maserati MC12 flipped the hood down and sped across the island to her villa skidding to a stop at her front door with a shower of gravel spurting from his wheels.The gardener huffed in annoyance, damn Grand Don thought her could do what he liked, well he would have a word with his Boss, the Donna, she would put him inn his place. He wat