Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

He looked at me tenderly. "Now you have grown up. You are my most perfect creation. I will not allow anyone to defile you, not even myself." My heart was already riddled with holes from his words, but I stubbornly pressed on. "Fiorenzo, you are the Don of a mafia family. Your hands are stained with blood. You are not that sacred. "But even if you were God, tonight I would drag you down into sin with me." "This is the last time I will indulge you." He sighed.

It wasn't Lucas's voice on the other end, but a burst of rough laughter. "The Don’s got some moves. Bella finally agreed to sign over the Gallo shares," a gravelly voice said. One of Lucas’s top guys. "If it weren’t for Miss Sofia whispering in the Don’s ear every day, saying Bella’s mother raised her wrong, that all she cares about is power, the Don would’ve never made up his mind."

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I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

Serena looked radiant. Franca lifted her champagne glass. "Serena is expecting. In accordance with Enzo's will and the family's agreement, Nico will take over as Don of the Varrone family. Serena's child will be recognized as the legitimate heir, and the two of them will hold a public commitment ceremony soon." Applause filled the room. Nico touched Serena's stomach and smiled. "I am finally going to be a father." Luca's fingers tightened around mine. "Mommy," he whispered, "am I not Papa's child?"

Dante didn’t respond immediately. I stared at the ceiling for a moment before speaking again. “He talked,” I said. “A lot.” That got Dante’s attention. “What did he say?” I turned my head slightly toward him, ignoring the pain. “He’s confident. Too confident,” I said. “Says no one would ever find me there… that only a few people know about Hell’s Gate.” Dante’s expression didn’t change. “Father. Him. Me…” I continued slowly. “And King of Ruin.”

Who does this man think he is? "AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!" Bernard burst out angrily. "I am the Don of this organ! I protect and provide for everyone of you here! I go to war to fight, put my life on the line as the leader just to protect each and everyone of you! How dare you stand there and tell me what you're trying to do was to protect me?!" He snarled, stamping his fist on the table angrily and I gasped, including everyone as the table suddenly cracked.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, making way for someone who walked in as casually as if he were strolling through a fivestar hotel lobby rather than a trashed, rundown apartment. The man wore a dark gray threepiece suit that looked immensely expensive, even in the dim light of the flashlights. His leather shoes gleamed as he stepped over the door debris without hesitation. His face was sharp, with a strong jaw and eyes as black as soot that radiated absolute dominance. Matteo De Luca. Noah swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert. He recognized that face from the thousands of articles and files he had just hacked. The Don himself had come to catch him.

“And so will I.” The room gets tense. You can feel it. Franco exchanges a look with Sal. Rocco’s jaw ticks. They’re not going to accept this. Not today. “Let me be clear,” I say. “This isn’t a request. My father named me Don, and as Per Virelli law, that makes me Don.” “We don’t accept this,” Franco says, standing now. The others follow. “The family doesn’t accept this.” “Then don’t,” I say.

“The Don's wife?” Cecilia beside me asked in a feigned innocent tone. “Leo, didn't you say that once your father stepped down, he would pass the title of Don to you? Leo's expression froze for a moment, then he looked at me indifferently. “My father has only one son, and no one else is qualified to inherit the title of Don besides me.” “Antonio, have you gone senile in the five years I’ve been away? Everyone in New York knows I am the one true heir to the Corleone bloodline.”