Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

This was the same man who almost had his dick up in a woman not up to an hour ago. Marco dismissed the everyone apart from Carlos. "Why are you looking so amused, this is not funny. The chances of them attacking is very, E Dio sa se sanno cosa stiamo consegnando nel carico, fanculo l'ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno. è questo" Marco said unable to finish his sentence and Carlos said. "Ayyy Andrà tutto bene, abbiamo sempre un piano, possono venire saremo pronti per quelle fottute fiche.." He said.

"You know, I own all the nightclubs in this region, but I didn't intend to return so soon, until I had an urgent matter to solve and found you trying to rape a woman in my establishment. "She... She was just acting, she's a stripper here, Luz Alessandra is just another slut" he says still agonizing in pain. "That kick was well acted... Luz Alessandra? Interesting, but that's not what I want to talk about. It's been a while since I wanted to settle some things, and Don is annoyed with you. Normally he gives the final word, but he decided to leave it in my hands. "Have you talked to him?" he asks fearfully.

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

"I'm afraid you're operating under some serious misconceptions, Mr. Rossi." Rossi's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? And what might those be, Ms...?" "Russo," Sofia supplied. "Sofia Russo. And your first misconception is that the Moretti family is weakened. I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth." Another boss, a heavyset man with a thick mustache, scoffed. "And we're supposed to take the word of some lawyer?" Sofia's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Not my word, Mr. Gallo. The evidence."

] 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]

“But their don... he’s saying it was an act of war. Claims you took his property, his words, not mine, when you took the girl.” Damon gave a short laugh, reaching over and brushing a speck of dust from the man’s shoulder, his touch light yet somehow unnerving. “Tell me,” he said, his voice dangerously soft, “which clan does this ‘don’ belong to?” “The Manzoni clan, boss,” he answered, a flicker of dread in his eyes. Damon arched a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “The Manzoni clan, hmm? I’ve heard of their reputation. Apparently, no one crosses them and lives to tell the tale.”

The smirk was devilish in itself. She rolled her eyes back laughing, “Yeah yeah, you better stick to your promise, Don.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That I will my heart." Wait, what? That was the second time he had ever called her his heart. Was the Don becoming sentimental?

There was no way I was fine, but I hoped that lying would make her leave me alone. “I understand you trust me, so tell me what's happening, but you must be cautious. Rumors about your encounter with Clara have circulated, and you could find yourself in trouble if you're not careful. I wonder how you're still here when you've broken more rules than anyone else; it's surprising you haven't been expelled yet.” She spoke quickly as she stood to leave but paused to look at me. "Wipe your tears. The Don is having dinner with his family tonight, and you're on the serving list, so get ready," she snapped before walking out the door.

Alfredo said. "Now, he is no longer one," Mario said. "That's right," Candela said. "Who is the new Don then?" Dante asked. Mario smirked at him. "You?" Dante asked. Candela spoke up. "That's not..... " "Yes, uncle. I am the new Don now. Don Mario Morelli," Mario said, looking at everyone. They all shared a confused look. "Seriously? You think you can be the Don just like that?" Dante asked.

“Harper, will you vote for me? I’m just as capable as Dante—better, even. I have real potential. And I promise this: once I’m elected Don, you’ll remain the Donna of the Moretti. Every right, every privilege—you’ll keep them all.” “Why…” I murmured. He leaned in. “What did you say?” “Why do you think you’re worthy of the title of Don?” A flicker of frustration crossed his eyes—he tried to hide it, but I saw it. “I will prove it to you,” he said tightly. Then, softening again, “Why don’t you rest for now? I’ll tell the others your vote is for me as Don. That’s all.” Then Dante opened the door and left.