Dc The Don Name Novels & Stories

The mafia princess whose family controlled the shipping lanes. I froze. The shirt slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. "Engaged? I thought that was just a rumor…" "It's not a rumor. It's business," Damon said with a shrug. "And you're my most capable asset. I need you to prepare a gift for Bianca. She likes Van Gogh. Pick out an original from your gallery for her." He wanted me to pick a gift for the woman who was stealing my life? Tears burned the back of my eyes. I couldn't stop my voice from rising. "Damon, I thought these five years… I thought we were more than—"

After Calix left, he travelled his eyes once again towards that same exact door. His new maid….her mere thoughts had already started amusing him. For the very first time in his life, he was so eager to know about someone so much. What kind of a mess his new maid was? The mafia don was more than curious to know about this. ……….. In the evening, Luka was reading some papers in his office. For the world, he was a powerfully successful business tycoon, who owned a billions worth business, but many were already aware of his underworld work and how cruel of a mobster boss he was.

A small smile curved the sides of my face, and I reached for her hand, linking our fingers together as I placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Are you ready for us to leave now, or would you like to torture me again to see my reaction?" I asked her, and her reaction was to laugh, throwing back her head as a beautiful smile reached her eyes. She punched me gently, "yeah, make jokes all you want. I still intend to make you pay for that, Don. And by the way, who would have thought that you would have a kink for your own title? Is that why you got the seat, to make women call you a Don in bed while you spank them? Tsk tsk."

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

Everything about him sounded familiar, and his name…. “Ares!” The voice that had haunted me since that fateful night replayed itself in my head . “You know what to do.” My eyes widened and suddenly, it all made sense. The name. After mum, dad and Vivian's deaths, I'd taken it upon myself to find out who the killer was. I had limited information and no one to help me with it, but after some years, I finally got something. Ares. It wasn't a particularly common name in the area and he was literally the son of the Mafia Don.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

"Because you killed him?" "I became Don because someone had to. And I wasn't going to let it be one of his cronies who'd let the abuse continue." Dante finally looked at her, his steel-gray eyes dark in the dim light. "I was twenty-six. Too young, according to the family. But I was ruthless enough that no one dared challenge me." "Weren't you scared?" "Terrified." The admission surprised them both. "But fear is just another thing to control. To use. I channeled it into making sure no one would ever have that kind of power over me again."

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

The position of the Don's wife will definitely be mine! They set the wedding for half a month later. Dante did not treat the wedding carelessly despite the short timeframe. The entire venue was exceptionally luxurious, and he even hired numerous media personalities to broadcast live. The event even made it onto trending topics on social media, staying at the top of the trending list without budging. At the same time, he secretly issued orders. "No one is allowed to provide housing or employment to my wife. Anyone who violates this will face expulsion from the Pierce family."