Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

Stele fallen on Don's feet and asked "please tell me where is my daughter? I have only her, I will take her away from you, please spare my daughter" don said "as I told you earlier I dont know what happened to your daughter, I'm in my home from past two days as I'm injured, I know what your daughter tried to do, still I left her because she is dhiren's sister, whether you believe me or not, I have nothing to do with your daughter"

Who is The Don? I stared at Linda in confusion. I looked at Britney and Joy, too, asking for further explanation. "The Don is the owner of everything you see around you in this area, Nathalya," Linda said. My lips parted. Our boss? But why do they look so scared about our boss being here? Isn't that normal? "And what about it?" I asked as I creased my forehead. Linda sighed. "All I am asking you is to more cautious with whatever you do. The Don hates stupid, clumsy people. He will fire you immediately if you fail even in the smallest way," Linda explained.

Lorenzo asked, anger evident in his tone. I smirked. “I don’t answer to you or anyone,” I gritted. “I am the Don. I’ll do whatever I fucking want to do.”

Don’s furious and thunderous shout frightened Tony and the others to their cores. Don was known for his ruthless fist of justice, showing no mercy to criminals, which earned him the moniker “The Grim Reaper of Crime”. Everyone was silenced by Don’s wrath. Some even started shaking. Even the arrogant Zenny stepped back and lowered his head. “C-Chief Braders, I am so sorry about this. My men are still searching for Master Lee…” Tony went up to Don attentively.

But sometimes I wondered if he was just waiting to collect on it. “That was years ago,” I snapped. “I’m not sixteen anymore, and I don’t need a shadow reminding me of my dead father’s wishes.” “No, you’re not sixteen.” Gabriel’s gaze sharpened. “You’re the Don now. And Dons don’t get to show cracks, no matter how deep they go.” A beat of silence stretched between us. “Thanks for the concern,” I said quietly. “And for saving my life—years ago, and at the docks. I haven’t forgotten any of it.”

a member of the inner circle, Williams, spoke up this time. “Perhaps you’re a bit ignorant of the situation here. My father is half-dead, my brother is gone. I’m the only one who can step up for this empire,” Domenico snapped. “We cannot make you Don unless the approval comes from the Don himself. We all here hope for the Don’s speedy recovery. I suggest we remain optimistic rather than being pessimistic about this. Don Enzo will recover soon and claim his position as Don. We will not be making you Don, but we can give you a temporary title and help you lead till he recovers,” Sergio stated in a matter-of-fact tone, looking Domenico straight in the eye.

El Cajon leaned back on his seat, his expression getting even cockier by the second. "The high and mighty, spoilt and over privileged." He remarked. "I bet you never had to struggle for a single thing in your entire life." "Seeing as you've gone from daddy's little princess to the wife of an infamous Mafia Don." I clenched my fists as I listened, every word hitting a different nerve from the last. El Cajon suddenly leaned closer to whisper and I could feel Katya visibly tense up. I raised up a hand to stop her from making a move.

And then he clapped and it sounded like he was mocking me. “I almost fell for it,” he said, eyes sparkling with something that wasn’t joy. “You’re good, Castle. You really are.” “What do you mean?” He pushed himself upright, the motion was slow and looked painful. When he grunted, I moved instinctively to help him. “Don’t,” he snapped, raising a hand. His glare was venom. He limped forward, face inches from mine. “So since you said your father was the Don, not the present Don. So I assume there's a new Don. Who is it?”

He couldn't mess this up. The minute he raised the stick, Alejandro stepped forward, looming behind him like a dark hurricane. “We don't need a Don who abandons the table every time a woman bleeds,” He said behind him, his tone full of conviction. Alessandro aimlessly swung the club as his blood went cold and the ball flew out of proportion into the air, dropping uselessly at the far end. He instantly saw red and whirled around, almost grabbing the Old Don by his shirt.

“And that he was the Don.” I then look at Dante, meeting his eyes directly. “Just like you are… right?” I ask quietly. He exhales slowly through his nose, not irritated, just acknowledging the question. “Yes,” he answers plainly. “I am the Don, and Head of the Valencia family… and the Benedettis are our biggest enemy…”