Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

Something powerful enough to make a man like Don hesitate. A breeze swept through the open door. Don’s men shifted uncomfortably. Finally, Don looked at Elena. “So you let him claim you? Just like that?” Elena lifted her chin, surprising even herself. “I don’t belong to you.” Something flashed in Don’s eyes: anger, disbelief, insult. But behind all that, a hint of fear. Don exhaled sharply and motioned to his men. “We’re done here.” They stepped back. Don paused at the edge of the porch. “This isn’t over,” he warned.

News of Daniel's arrest spread like wildfire and sparked lots of discussion. After all, the don of a mafia being imprisoned was not exactly a small matter. In the mediation room, Pedro slammed his palm on the table, fury written all over his face. He yelled at me, "Come on, Rosalie! No matter what Daniel did, he's still your fiance! Nothing good will come out of making a circus out of this. Withdraw the charges immediately!" Siding with Pedro, Dad chimed in, "He's right, Rosalie. We're all family. Why make an issue out of this? If Daniel goes down, my business is finished. For my sake, can't you—"

"A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?" He smiled and reached for my hand like nothing had happened. "Hey. Being the Don of the Ferro Family, it's not that big a deal." But there was pride at the corner of his mouth. I stepped back, out of reach. "So the bet with Vivian — that's why you put on this act for three years?" "You've got the talent. Why not head to Hollywood with her?" Finally, the careless mask slipped. His brow tightened. "Don't get the wrong idea. The bet was just whether you'd believe this ring came from a sweepstakes."

And I would honor that choice by winning. We arrived at the council chambers just as the sun began to set. The building was a fortress of glass and steel, built by the families decades ago. Inside, the five Dons of the city waited. Marco Castellano was already there, his presence a reassuring anchor. And in the center of the room, at a table draped in black, sat the duplicate. She was wearing my face. She was wearing my clothes. But she wasn't wearing my life. Not yet. "Essa Kane." The eldest Don, a man named Salvatore Greco, spoke from his throne-like chair. "You've requested an audience with the council. State your purpose."

His voice carried the ruthless bite of a Mafia Don,stabbing straight at me. "Elena.Don't tell me you're throwing another fit just because I gave Lila a necklace."

He gritted out while I looked at my back and looked to the door to make sure its closed properly. Who the fuck does this guy think he is. “Are you nuts?” He shook his head, “ No I'm not, I'm being serious.” “Bro do you even know why you're talking about, killing a Mafia Don is impossible and to think is the Son I know of…” I snorted at that. “Think of something else, if you don't have any other thing to do with your life, just drive off a cliff or something, don't drag me with you.”

Dinara snapped, “is that he is not you. He’s not you...” I laughed then. “What you’re saying is the problem is that he’s not the Don. He doesn’t have power, isn’t it?”

The Norman family had an unwritten rule. Only the Don's daughter could inherit the family business. As the Don's first adopted daughter, I had the whole family on my shoulders: the docks, the casinos, the arms trade, 72 crews, and more. Too bad I didn't know the first thing about the business. So the Don sent his advisor, Oliver, to handle everything for me. Every gun and drug deal crossed my desk, and none went through until I signed off. But in ten years, I never even opened the books. And the golden lion seal, the symbol of the Norman family's power? I'd press it into wax without a second thought. Over time, I had less and less say in the family. There was even a saying going around the f

Day three of the silent treatment. My husband Adrian Veta, the Don, once again went behind my back and approved Mirena Ricci's deeply flawed port logistics plan. He thought I would argue my case as I used to do at family meetings, but I merely responded faintly. When he saw that, he handed Mirena the docks I had spent years managing and dismissed several men who had openly supported me to establish her authority. Still, I did not fight back. Mirena smugly leaned against him. "I told you that she'll learn her place once you neglect her. She can't bear to leave you." Adrian agreed wholeheartedly. That evening, he made a rare visit to the estate, promising to give me management of the Wes