Bound By The Italian Don Novels & Stories

{"You are my fucking blood, Luciano Romano. You know I'm not a huge fan of trust" Luciano wanted peace to reign. He didn't want to have issues with his cousin. The only person that took him and his siblings in, rather than murdering them just like he'd done to their father. “Okay allora, va bene, Don. Mi dispiace di essermi avvicinato a lei. Non succederà più." {"Okay then, fine, Don. I’m sorry I went close to her. It won't happen again."}

A man slammed his palm against the table, the sound cracking through the chamber. “Insolence!” he shouted, his face red. “Who do you think you are, speaking to us like this? We are Dons, the most powerful Dons in Italy, and you, a woman with no mafia blood, dare to sit here and mock us?” I tilted my head, studying him. He was older, with thick silver hair slicked back, a heavy gold ring on each finger, and a gravelly voice from years of smoke. Dante leaned down to me again. “That’s De Luca,” he whispered.

Men in dark suits strolled around with guns slung over their shoulders and around the house was nothing but thick forest and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. "There's no escape, Alexandria." He said from behind me. "You can't just keep me here! " " Who is going to stop me? " "Wh-who are you?" I croaked out of a painfully tight throat, "You're not just the owner of a club." His dark eyes flicked over me, "Giovanni Morelli. The Don of the Italian Mafia." He said, "I'm a man who is used to getting what he wants and your body is mine now."

The sound held no anger, only a staggering, profound anguish. "The flight is cancelled," I said, taking a step closer. My security team fanned out, blocking any escape route. His shoulders slumped. He didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't call for help he knew wouldn't come. He just… looked at me. "I thought you were dead," he said, his voice thick. "When Luca showed me those records… “Dio”, I wanted to be." "Your grief is noted," I replied, my tone glacial. "And irrelevant. You don't get to escape the consequences of what you did."

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”

Vincenzo said, raising his eyebrows. "You are… a Mafia Don," Anna finally breathed out. Vincenzo chuckled darkly. He leaned in even closer, their lips almost touching. Anna flinched back, pressing herself into the chair. “You’re going to sign that contract, Anna,” Vincenzo said, his breath brushing against her face. “This is an order, not a request.” He straightened up, his tall frame looming over Anna for a moment longer before he moved back to his seat and sat down.

His face turned red, but he adjusted his posture as if I hadn’t meant to insult him. “Watch your language!” he said. “Am I wrong? I’ve never cared how you guys look at women, have I?” I took a deep breath. “And should a matter like this be discussed in front of the Don’s representative? Come on!” They were staring at each other now, at least I was reasoning logically. The representative of the Italian cathedral wasn’t here without reason. He wasn’t directly under the Italian mafia, but their relationship was very close. The head of the Italian cathedral was related to the Don through a different father, so their lineage wasn’t far off.

“He always wants bodyguards around me. He never lets me go anywhere alone. He acts like—” I stopped. Then whispered. “Like something is coming.” My mother’s eyes softened, she took both my hands. “Honey.” “Mama—” “Whatever is happening…” She sighed. “You have to take care of yourself.” That wasn’t an answer, I knew it, she knew it too. But she wasn’t going to tell me. “You are married to the most feared Don in Italy.” I looked away. “You are not just his wife.” Her voice became stronger “You are his Donna.”

"I want to hear him say it. I want to hear the 'Silent Don' tell me why he broke a five-year vow of silence just to drug me." Dante froze. The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. He turned slowly. His face was an expressionless mask, but his eyes were burning. He took a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. "The Don doesn't speak to people who are beneath him," Lorenzo said, his voice dropping an octave. "You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more."

A few of the Don's most devoted followers even pressed their hands to their chests and bowed toward the entrance. Carina straightened her collar, stepped forward, and hooked her arm through Giordano's. She shot me a provocative look. "The Don is here. Your little act ends today." I held her gaze as the taste of blood spread across my tongue. "Carina, you'll regret this." "You dare disrespect Carina?" Giordano's gaze burned with disgust as he barked orders to his men, "Tie her up and bring her to the Don." I fought with all my strength, but a firm hand silenced me. All I could do was watch as a middle-aged man entered, flanked by a squad of Soldati.