Claimed By The Don Novels & Stories

Everything about him screamed “bad news.” “Your cousin?” I repeated, my skepticism evident in each word. “Cousins don’t hold hands like that. And wasn’t it your army brother who showed up the other day? Who’s this Don that I’ve never heard of until now?” Don’s smirk widened as he took a step forward, his tone dripping with challenge. “So, what, you don’t trust Jessica?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of defiance. “You got a problem with me being here?”

The one who stepped up earlier cleared his throat and faced him, "We have a Donna. I'll call our Mistress and ask if she knows you, if not, we'll not hesitate to fight you all to the death" What? Donna? When did the Eastern gang have a female Don? Wasn't Gerald the acting Don? I kept my guard when he began making a call and soon he said, "Mistress, a man is here, he says he's your man but we think he's ridiculous" The motherfvcker was quiet for a moment and then continued, "It's Clancy McCain. King of New York... Yes" The only reason I was still keeping my cool was that I planned to rescue Sofia unscathed.

“And you are talking about snatching the toy of the Irish king! Do you know how dangerous it could be for you? Especially for a worthless Don like you. An old don with Old calculative ideas!” Francesco leaned forward and slapped the desk. “Rest assured Declan. Today is the last day you are talking to this old Don. From tomorrow you will be handling the new don, my son!” That made Sierra pause. Declan's eyebrows shot up. “Your son?” he chuckled at his threatening tone. “Is he any different from you?” His mocking words made Francesco's anger turn deeper. “You will see how different and dangerous he is from me after meeting him. Tomorrow, he will be crowned as the new Don Of Italians. And I dar

Dante noticed and passed it down to me. “Alvardo Manchester is his name right?” He asked her. “You know him?” She looked excited. More like she wanted Dante so say something good about him that would lift her ego up. “Who doesn’t. He makes it to the headlines every week.” Dante said and I saw her fist clenched under the table. “What do you mean?” “Nothing much. He is good at what he does. He is a good negotiator too. I commend him for that.” “Right. I am going to have just another wonder son in law.” Dad bragged after Dante said that.

Lorenzo said again. “Reschedule.” “Is it your health? I can make arrangements with the doctor to come and get you looked over.” “I'm fine, Lorenzo.” Don Antonio said calmly. Although the questions were too much and were beginning to seem annoying, Don Antonio answered calmly. He had never raised his voice at Lorenzo. I wonder why. Maybe he gave him his respect because he was older. “Okay, then.” He said. Lorenzo turned to leave but looked back at me, “how about her?” He asked.

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

Tonight, I was more than just a businessman- I was the heir to a legacy that spanned generations, a legacy built on power, loyalty and blood. *ahem* Don Leonardo cleared his throat as he put out his cigar on the ashtray. He was a plump old man with wrinkles lying his features, clad in expensive Italian linen and rings adorning his fingers, a dictionary definition of what a syndicate Don would look like. Sharp hazel brown eyes glanced over the people present, before landing on me. “Damien…” his gravelly voice drawled over my name. taking his time to adjust. Before I had been summoned, a message had already been sent to the Don about the little…issue with the Montelli’s and Rico.

How could she possibly trust him? The Don flashed us a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He squatted down, adding another gun on top of the mess of clothes in his suitcase, zipping it up. "I think I haven’t introduced myself to you guys properly. My name is Santiago, I'm the Don of these streets. I have a few places I can take you. I can even get you jobs in one of my clubs or bars if you are interested." "Take us with you then," Dolores concluded.

Anya’s POV “Zatknisʹ, suka, poshla s nami!” (“Shut up, bitch, and come with us!”) The words froze me, harsh and jagged, dripping with something primal that didn’t belong in this place. His grip tightened on my wrist until pain shot up my arm.

Just waiting for a reaction like he had time to dissect every expression I made. I stabbed a piece of chicken so hard the plate clicked. He finally spoke. “Let’s get this over with.” I frowned. “Get what over with?” “My rules.” “Of course,” I muttered. “You look like a man who memorizes rules the way other people memorize phone numbers.” He didn’t react. Not even a twitch of amusement. “Rule one,” he said calmly. “You don’t leave the property without me.” “That sounds like imprisonment.” “It’s called safety.”