Dc The Don Name Novels & Stories

Afcourse could have asked her father to help her out, the man was filthy rich due to his mafia empire but that was just the problem, the money came from the Mafia and that means, illegally obtained and that's why she would never accept it and even if she did then she knew it would come with consequences like always because that's how Daniella's father, the Don, operated, it did not matter that she was his daughter! So that is why she would not go to her family to ask for the money since she did not want to get into trouble!

Luca took Ezio Conti very seriously. The old Don came through the gate in a car that was understated in the specific way of someone who had nothing to prove — black, clean, no unnecessary detail. He stepped out with the slightly stooped posture of a tall man who had spent decades leaning in to hear things and straightened as much as he straightened these days and looked at Luca with the sharpest dark eyes Luca had ever seen on a man his age. He carried his walking stick. He didn’t lean on it heavily.

"I just want to know if he is fine and not yelling ok Nora.. That is it.. That is all I wanna see. Nothing serious of course." I nodded as I convinced myself. "Hey pretty." A man walked in front of me.. "Um.. I am not sure if you are referring to me, but I do not want to talk." I continued walking, but he followed me slowly. "My name is Vegas.. I am not trying to be rude, but I saw you earlier.. With the Don.." 'They keep calling Maverick Don, what the fuck does that even mean?' I thought while walking and peeking at the man.

the Don continues, “nothing can stop this city from prospering. And so, I’d like to acknowledge the two people who will make all of this possible. Where is my son?” He smiles—warm, expectant—but the smile falters quickly when Dante doesn’t appear. The Don turns back to his assistant, murmuring something low and furious. I can’t make out the words, but the assistant scrambles to speak into his headset. A moment later, there’s movement in the back. A small commotion. Security escorts Dante into the room. And wow. There’s no denying that Dante Luciano is hot. God-like might be more accurate. He’s tall, with tousled black hair, an olive complexion, and a swimmer’s build. His presence hits like a

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

“And screaming is inefficient.” His lips curved faintly, not a smile, but something close. “Do you know who I am?” “I know what you are,” I replied. “Your name is secondary.” That earned me his full attention. He stepped closer, stopping just short of the invisible line most men crossed without thinking. He respected space. That, too, I noted. “Nikolai De Luca,” he said. “Don of the ’Ndrangheta.” I inclined my head slightly. Acknowledgment, not deference.

I had said yes, and that was where our brotherhood started. The clan ladies called us Day and Night. I was the night obviously, and he was the day. It had to do more with our appearances and our outward personalities, rather than us as people, but the name stuck. It didn’t help that we fucked a lot of people growing up, sometimes together, sometimes with just one of us watching. Ladies and men fell at our feet, and we were all too happy to oblige. We made a name for ourselves, one that wasn’t determined by Father.

She did not want to create any kind of misunderstandings. Carter's eyes lit up at the question. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth. "My daddy is called Don," he replied enthusiastically. "Don?" Natalie asked with widened eyes. Was that name meant of mafia kings and such? The child nodded his head continuously. "Yeap, I call him that. He is my Don!" Natalie chuckled. The child was definitely cute. "Why do you call him Don?" She asked. That name had a very different meaning. Carter smiled. "Because my daddy is the greatest of all daddies. My daddy is powerful, wealthy, and scared of nothing!"

Thanks to Doni, who talked about strip clubs and strippers at every opportunity, Eugene knew everything about the nearby strip clubs and their strippers despite never having visited one. Big Mouth. That was Doni's nickname. True to his nickname, he was an incredible chatterbox. In this world, talking too much unnecessarily was practically inviting death, but he had the skill to know what to say even while chattering. His chatter was exhausting, but thanks to him, Eugene had learned a lot about this place.

Donald woke up at 3am and went to the library. He sat down and went through the company's record, growth, stocks and previous trade partners. He went through the list of employees, hired and sacked. He smiled when he came across a familiar name. Christopher. Christopher was his first personal assistant and secretary. He was more than an employee, he was a brother. Unfortunately, Christopher decided to emback on monastery. He became a monk.