Dc The Don Name Novels & Stories

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.

Don asks. “Ohh, I heard your friends call you Don. There are a lot of Dons in this world. It is not like you are the only person in the world with the name Don. Anyway, I think you should go home. Your jacket is worth more than my whole year's pay,” I say. “My name is Dante Angelo,” Don says. “Then why the hell do they call you Don? Shouldn’t take all you Dan?” I ask. “I am Don Dante Angelo,” He says as if it were important information.

A number of my men were already waiting for me at the table downstairs, where breakfast was being served. Immediately they saw me, they all stood up to greet. It was now time for business. "Reports!" I grunted out, plopping myself down on a seat. A couples of files were suddenly slid towards me and without hesitation, I opened them to go through the contents. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I studied the stats on display. Over 70% of the city was now mine. With my reputation as Don Moretti, the ruthless boss of the criminal underworld, I had managed to gather large percentage profits in almost every business, here in Vegas.

Whatever he had in hand decided my future. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “Power isn’t taken—it’s claimed, and I claim you.” ~ IL Don Dante.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

“You’re wasting your time, uccellina. You won’t find my sins in a nightstand. Try my office.” The air rushes out of my lungs. He isn't angry. My shoulders sag with relief. “Clearly. Because the only scandal I found is this.” Emboldened, I pull open the middle drawer and pick up the stash of mints. It explains so much as to why his breath always carries this refreshing scent, even first thing in the morning. Nero frowns, a flicker of annoyance dancing on his feature. "Put it back." A mischievous smile tugs at my lips, and I know I shouldn't push him, but seeing his reaction is too tempting to resist. "Seriously? Who would have thought the big, bad Don had a sweet tooth?"

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Durin looked at the gun that was close to his cheek, he was beginning to feel hyperventilated. "I will tell you." The boss brought his face closer to his in a way that both their cheeks were almost touching. "I am Shaft. Mr Shaft—and there are many of us, many too identical; but only one of us they call 'The Don'. I am that Don. The Don you all call Lord, the invincible face of the Underground where you people worship the ground he steps on...and yet, unseen." Durin could say he was truly surprised but anybody could claim that title. "Lies!"

I chuckle "Okay but if you find a credit card with white powder it's not mine" he protests "Oh my god, Matt" I hit him on his chest "I'm kidding geez you're so gullible" he chuckles out and I slap his arm "Plus Dons don't carry around their stash of drugs" he kisses my forehead and I roll my eyes "What's a Don" my poor innocent mother quizzes whilst looking at us "Oh ma'am it's someone high up on the food chain" he grins looking at me

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”