Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry, master, my mother was in a state of life and death, I needed—” “Shut the fuck up!” He thundered, his eyes blazing with anger. “Does that give you the right to steal from someone who has fed you since you were eighteen? All for what? Where the fuck was that mother of yours when your father sold you to me?!” He snarled. Anna flinched. “She was helpless… I just couldn’t let her die.” The guards returned with some bags. “It's complete, Don.” “Take the bags to Dante. I’ll handle her.” He ordered and they bowed before walking out.

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

Don't you think that is too much of a luxury for someone who abducted my wife? "So what do you intend to do?" "I intend to make him look like a fool in his own territory. Do you have any idea what it will feel like for someone to come into my province and silence all my my men. While intentionally leaving me asleep? It would be better that you shut me dead that instant that let me be crippled in such shame." "That single act is enough to tell him who exactly is the Don of Dons." Yes, that's exactly how to mark territories. That can mean that when other Dons hear about my dealings, they will be scared enough to know i am not one to play with."

“I just stepped out.” “Tell that—” He halts, glancing around nervously before lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Tell that to the Don. I swear, every day I spend in this house I come closer to losing my head.” “He’s just mad that I’m not the obedient servant he wants me to be,” I say. This just confirms my thoughts. He’s spiraling because his doll decided to show a little autonomy. Kane sighs, shaking his head. “Believe what you want to believe, but no one goes this over the top for a servant. The Don wants to see you. Now.”

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

It was the voice of a man stating an undeniable fact. "You are intelligent, you are mafia royalty, and I am certain there is a long line of men in this city who would give everything they own just to have a fraction of your attention. You deserve a husband who looks at you like you are the only thing that matters in this world. You deserve a man who is entirely whole, and entirely yours."

She is mine now, Leandro. Mine!" Three weeks before her wedding, Ariadna Valdés walks in on her fiancé and her stepsister. By breakfast, she has cancelled the florist, the caterer and the venue. She doesn't cancel the Vieri merger. She should have. Because the man who signs it is Leandro's father: Don Alessandro Vieri, the most feared name in New Mexico. He knows exactly what happened last night. He tells her not to drive herself home. It isn't a threat. It's the opposite. But Leandro won't let her go, and his father has never lost anything he claimed. His son lost her. His father claimed her.

Once his gaze swept over the hall, finding everyone significant in the room, he spoke, "I had a daughter all along that this woman failed to apprise me of" his Italian rolled smoothly down his tongue, Tara's heart clenched as his words described her as "this woman", nothing more, nothing less. This. Woman. "And I am glad that I am reunited with her now" Don's confident gaze met the hesitant ones, unhappy at the revealation. "Remember she's my blood and bones, the heir of Donavan Frantino. An evil gaze towards her is a death wish from me."

He was known for making vows and omertas while crossing his fingers behind his back. A searing pain ripped through Dawn’s abdomen. The bullet went through his flesh cleanly, and it would be minutes before he bled out. However, he refused to give Ricardo the satisfaction of bringing his body back. As long as he remained missing, there would be some of the council who would hinder Ricardo’s claim of the family. “Merde!” the traitorous advisor cussed when he understood what the young don was about to do.

The oldest member speaks up. He smiles and arranges his shirt, "I don't see it as one, rather, I'm being so generous to inform y'all" "I am the next Don! " He proclaims. " Says who? " The oldest member requested. " Oh, I forgot. You are the oldest and it's your right to take after the previous Don" Wendigo makes a sad face, " so sorry, Dino, I'm too selfish to let it slide this time. Not after all my hard work "