Claimed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

And she’s already made something? I shook my head, almost smiling despite everything. Unbelievable. Does she secretly teleport? Does she carry tomatoes and basil in her handbag, just in case of emergencies? “Did you stop somewhere to harvest tomatoes on the way here?” I teased. “Or do you just carry emergency basil in your purse?” Lucia gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? It’s called efficiency.” “Efficiency?” I scoffed. “Your bakery was destroyed, and you’re out here hosting MasterChef: Mafia Edition.”

I answered him truthfully, and he mouthed an "oh, releasing me. "Alright then, can you do me a favor?" He asked, and I licked my bottom lip. "What is it?" I asked and he smiled. "Thank you for asking but I would like to know if you can stay as far away as possible from Michelle?" My lips parted in shock. "What? Why?" "Because you are trouble for him and not fit for him. You are the Bride or is it a mistress to the most feared Mafia Don in the world?" He replied and my blood turned cold.

But the sound of a car honking downstairs, and driving into the compound prompted me up, and saw me racing to the window nearest to me. I pulled the window drapes open, and a heavy breath escaped my lips and nostrils in a whoosh. The black SUV with tinted glass which had just pulled into the compound was not my father's, in fact, it was my first time of seeing it. I ignored my trembling hands, and fixed my gaze on the car, searching for anything that would give me a clue. My eyes caught the car's plate number and I shook my head in dread and disbelief. The plate number was empty except for the crown which was crested at the centre. Mafia king. Zack!

"You're starting to be read like an open book." The cold air brushed through my palms when Yuki stole Lizzy away from me. "What's wrong?" I tried to get Lizzy back with my arms straightened, but she avoided me. Yuki had a crimson aura that emitted from her entire body while she glared at me. "You're planning to kill Lizzy next, aren't you? Both you and King Dawn are from the same organization." Her vision traveled to my forearm, where she found the mark. "I can't be mistaken—you're part of the mafia!" She was having difficulties breathing as she yelled her lungs out.

her words tumbled over each other and she turned beet red after the chaotic performance. I bit back a smile. “I’m a Mafia lord” I admitted proudly. She gulped audibly as her pupils dilated. “I-it’s like organized crime, right?” she put it together. I nodded subtly. “D-do you k-kill people?” her question was barely above a whisper. A chuckle broke free from my lips. “Baby, that’s the best part of it” I confessed as laughter bubbled up my throat. Kayla was quick to look away, her breathing heavy with fear.

thinks the Don. The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a point that his Woman frowns upon, but in her gentle way, for she is a Buddhist and these ideas go against the grain for her. But more pertinently, Proserpina Delano is aware that her annoyance in this matter will not count. So the Boss continues his dealings, but most of the travelling to settle the deals is conducted by his eldest son, Piers.

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond