Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

"I'm not a visitor. I'm his fiancée." "The Don's orders." "Let me through." "I can't." I look at him. Really look. He is young — new, maybe. He doesn't know me. Doesn't know what I am capable of. "Do you know who I am?" I ask. "Yes, Signorina." "Then you know that in a few months, I will be the Don's wife. I will be the woman giving orders in this house. And men like you — men who stand in my way — will be the first to go."

Did I just see what I think I saw? "And what's that, Luca?" A plump hand came into frame, taking the cup with the spike in it, then disappeared behind the door again. "I own this city." His voice sounded smooth like candle smoke. Don let out another rough cough. "You think you're a big bad wolf in this town, but let's be honest with each other. You haven't had any actual power since the nineteen-eighties." Don's cough got worse. "You come in here with your threats, but you have nothing to really bargain with."

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

"The Don had your things collected and brought here earlier this week." I looked at her for a moment. "All of my things?" I said. "The important ones," she said, which was somehow worse. I pushed back from the table and went to find him. He was in the main hallway outside his study, speaking to two of his men about something I didn't hear because the moment I saw him everything I had been holding carefully together since the alley came loose all at once. Elena was behind me somewhere. Two guards near the door. A woman from the kitchen who had come out to ask something and then clearly decided to stay very still.

“You did not purge a weakness, Mamma. You betrayed your Don. You violated the sanctuary of my home, you lied to my face, and you ordered two common guards to throw my wife into a ravine to freeze in the dark.” Donna Sofia’s jaw tightened, her eyes flashing with a spark of ancient, unyielding pride. “I gave you life, Salvatore. I protected this estate when the rival families from Palermo sought to butcher us in your father’s absence. I placed the ring of the Don onto your finger when you were barely twenty-two years old.”

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

I stare at them confused as I had tried walking around them but they won't let me. "Donna, Don requested your presence." One of the men said. Ah, He still have to follow me to school, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Donna? Isn't it like a female gangster leader? Why did he have to show up in my life now that I at least have little peace. "I'm not going." I stated matter of fact. I attempt to pass their middle, but stop when they just continue blocking my way. "Donna, please don't make it hard for us." the other guy said by now the few people that still lingered around had stop and are now watching the show.

"He's a businessman, in business there are many enemies and competitors. Everybody aims to be on top but it just happened that Klein is already on top, effortlessly. Many people want to hurt him so even if you don't want to, you sympathize." "I know that too, Dai..." "Besides, if I am your wife and my wife is that beautiful, I will lock you in the house so that no one else can steal you." I made a face to hide the bitterness I feel. "Eww... We can't lose Dairene." "You thought I was going to kill you? You don't know how to cook porridge!" We laughed but I stopped when I caught a glimpse of Roy who was in the mini mart across the street. He was talking to someone on the cellphone and was obse

“Pops, that's not even the most ridiculous thing. If you have to put up a show, I don't mind being more ridiculous!” His grandfather yells as he stands up looking at Adonis who sat down with arm crossed. “What do you mean by that? For chrissake Donnie, you're a Childe. You know what that means? You are a Dellucci. From a noble birth!” I can't take this anymore but I have to persuade this old fox, if not, he will spoil everything with his high tension energy. I grasp as I stand up to reveal my taller view from his sitting position. “Three years!” I spat.

"That's right. You braggart!" "I think he's just trying to get attention." Donny was not angry when he heard what the crowd had said. "I'm a straightforward and righteous man. I never talk big. If you don't believe me, I'll let you know today," he said, laughing.