Claimed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I stated. Immediately, he pulled over, tilting his neck to look at me. "What did you just say?" He asked, looking into my eyes. “I know you are a mafia Don," I repeated myself, my breath catching in my throat. "How?” He asked, his teeth grinding as he leaned in, stabbing into my soul with his eyes. “I just know and I need your help. My family might be connected to mafia stuff and my Aunt seems as if she's trying to take control. We can work hand in hand to defeat her,”

she added, even if that was true, the fact that she said she didn't know the Don would make anyone raise their eyebrows, everyone knew who the Don was “Perhaps I should refresh your mind a little “ he said as he wondered why she pretended the Don hadn't just make her experience what he thought was the worst moment of her life “The Don is the terrorist that had kidnapped 20 kids two years ago and killed them all because the government refused to pardon his crimes, he kidnapped the vice president's daughter and left her crippled, he is the biggest Mafia Boss except for Lord whom he killed a few years ago, he is….” Ben would have gone on and on if Grace didn't stop him “I know

Around the bar, men reached for their weapons, some drawing knives, others revealing handguns from beneath their clothes. I felt my breath hang in my throat as I took in the sight of what was starting to look like a face off between multiple mafia cartels. The man in front of me, Nikolai, remained still, his icy blue eyes flicking between Viktor and Sergei, his smirk quickly fading into something unreadable. Slowly, he lifted his hands into the air but it wasn’t in surrender—it was a calculated move, his fingers twitching slightly as if preparing for something. "Viktor," he called, his voice calm despite the chaos unfolding. "Is this really necessary?"

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

I yelled and stormed away. "I was drugged." He blurted before I touched the doorknob. "What?" I gasped and turned around to see him with his head buried in his hands. "I know. How could I, a soon-to-be mafia don, be drugged by an ordinary woman? I'm a f*cking disgrace, but it's true. I was... Beatrice drugged and took advantage of me." He confessed.

My head throbbed, but when I tilted it back against the seat, my eyes caught something above the cockpit door. A small, elegant crest. Black and gold. A lion with a crown. The word Moretti curled underneath it. I sucked in a slow breath through my nose. Well, shit. You’d have to be living under a rock not to know the Moretti name. Even in the shiny, safe part of the world I lived in, you heard the rumors. Drugs. Arms. Blood. Power. Mafia royalty. And now, apparently, my new landlords. I sighed loudly, dragging a hand through my hair. My fingers snagged on tangles and dried sweat. Great. I probably looked like I crawled out of a damn dumpster.

"Touch us… And the Don will… Tear you apart!" Jolene laughed even louder at my words. She stepped hard on me. "Don? Which Don are you talking about? What a joke. I've never even heard of either of you before, and you're using some random Don to threaten me?" She leaned down toward me to pat me hard and arrogantly on the cheek. "Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?"

“You can't do that. That's illegal…” His eyes bored into mine, holding my gaze. “Actually, I can. No one is going to oppose a Mafia Don. I can do whatever the hell I like.” He said. I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt the walls closing in on me. ‘Mafia Don'. The rumors were true then. Not only was he Mafia, he was the leader of a Mafia group. And from the look of things, he probably controlled all of New York. That's why he was so confident.

“And the Don isn’t called the god of death for nothing, princess. I decide who gets to scream my name in pleasure… or in pain.” Don? The single word crashed over me like a bucket of ice water even as my pussy clenched hard around his fingers. “You’re… you’re a mafia boss?” I whispered, shock and raw terror flooding my veins. He tilted his head, studying my face like a predator savoring prey. “Tell me, princess… does that scare you? Knowing the man knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt is the king of the underworld”

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.