Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

Never loyal, just interested in their pocket alone and every chance they have to fuck you over is the chance they fuck you over. I know most of them would not try anything against Father, simply they fear him too much but it’s that same reputation I want for myself. I do not want to be just the boss who inherited power from his father, but the boss who took the cartel beyond and made sure we are ten times bigger than any competitor.

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."

His hat was pulled low, casting his eyes into shadow but the smile on his lips was unmistakable. Cruel and satisfied. “He came alone.” One of his men shifted nervously behind him. “Should we proceed?” The Don didn’t answer immediately. He watched Dante move deeper into the building, every step measured, every breath controlled. A low chuckle escaped him. “Of course,” he said softly. “I didn’t bring him here to scare him.” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “I brought him here to remind him… that no matter how powerful a man becomes,

Don Nicolas chirped with his irritating shrill voice, I'm still in doubt of him hitting his wife and his daughters I wonder why they haven't shoved him down the stairs yet, the old bag of bones will die of cardiac arrest before he hits the bottom. I guess they aren't as smart as one beautiful little woman I know. "Are you saying I shouldn't be here?" I questioned coldly. "No, forgive me I-" "Enough, let's get this over with. I have important matters to handle. How about someone tell me the purpose of this gathering?" I gestured for them to continue, I already know but I take satisfaction in seeing them squirm in their seats. "The Reclaiming of Richard Constantin's wife" Don Alfredo answered

“Full activation required. Accept inheritance?” Yes. The hub roared to life servers spinning up, data restoring. Chen’s feed cut override failed. The door unlocked with a hiss. Dante and Rocco burst in guns sweeping, eyes on me. Relief, then hunger. Dante reached me first hauling me into his arms, mouth crashing down. “You did it.” Rocco pressed behind hands roaming, claiming. “Our heir.”

~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, the Don adopted the daughter of Mr. Vale and has kept her locked away in the mansion. He arrived with her last night and has refused to let her go." "He addresses her as his captive, saying he is holding her captive and she belongs to him. I tried to find out why, but I could not get the information out of his assistant or the guards sire." The house keeper whispered into the phone, while scanning if anyone was around. The old Don could not help but sigh helplessly. His son was stubborn and liked to do things of his own accord but those things could put him in a mess or even get him in trouble.

And for the first time, I wondered whether I was slowly losing the people who had always been there for me. [INSIDE THE DE LUCA VILLA] “STOP!” The voice thundered through the room. Lady Don immediately turned towards the entrance. Her eyes narrowed. “And who are you to tell me not to teach my son some manners?” She looked furious. Don stood near the staircase, his expression unreadable. “I am still the Don,” he replied calmly. “And just because I gave you full authority does not make me a fool.” Lady Don's jaw tightened. She looked towards Bryan, who was still lying on the floor.

He wore a Richard Mille on his right wrist and a Rolex on his left, with a glamorous and expensive customized chain, with the word 'DON’ engraved in it, resting on his chest. Don Fabrizio Colpani. He walked slowly but purposefully towards the two Mexican thug heads, with Lucca and the rest of his entourage coming behind him, disregarding Carlos’ and Di Stefano's raised guns. When he stood directly before them, he proceeded to say in a voice that carried authority: “Good evening, hermanos.. I… am Don Fabrizio Colpani.. Head, lord, and master of the Uomini Marrone.”

You let them go freely, and I'll call it even. A cold smile spread onto Tristan's features, and his voice was eerie as he questioned, "Who are you?" Don turned quiet for a couple of seconds, and Tristan knew he was shocked. But, he seemed to regain his composure as he fired back, "What do you mean who? Are you trying to play dumb now?" Tristan gave a cold laugh. "You're not him." His voice turned rather chilly. "Where is Don?" "What do you mean..." "Don wouldn't play games with the lives of his men," Tristan asserted coldly. "But he also wouldn't beg."

With a fierce expression, the don replied to Rajeev, "I assume you are newbie to this area and are unfamiliar with who iam. Now go out of here, or else I'll murder you instantaneously. Leave this girl alone." "Call the police; I'm going to give him a lesson right now", Rajeev replied, glancing at abhi. Don exclaimed, "What police?" with a giggle. " Ha ha ha. Do you realize how powerful I am? They fails to get remotely close to me." With a smirk, Abhi turned to face the don and remarked, "Let's see who's stronger." After checking Don, Abhi took a call. The management of the mall was concerned about what may occur next.