Dc The Don Name Novels & Stories

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

“So, what do you want?” “I want Don Dragon released from the dungeon or your wife and her friend here will go down,” Don Night requested. He liked to operate in darkness, hence the name night so it was surprising that he attacked Jenna during the day. Maybe because it would have been impossible to get her in the night.

“Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with. But do you know who I am?” I paused, the weight of his words sinking in. “They call me… the Don,” he said, the name rolling off his tongue like a declaration. Before I could respond, the line went dead. I stood there, staring at the phone in my hand, fury coursing through me. Whoever this Don thought he was, he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

I let out a quiet phew and patted my chest gently, he almost gave me a heart attack. Donavon reached for my hand and gave me a little squeeze, he leaned closer to my ear again then whispered. "Don't worry, I'm gonna be fine and I'll make dad accept me" I smiled and nodded. "What do you say is your name again?" he turned back to dad at dad's question. "I'm Donavon MacMillan, from Blood-moon pack..." "Hold on" Dad interrupted Donavon's introduction with a raise of his hand. He squinted his eyes as he quietly studied my mate, I couldn't help but wondered what he's trying to figure out.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

He is a nightmare. The king of the underground, They call him Don king. also, a business Mogul on the surface. He got away with anything he does legal or illegal because the Government respect or more like fear him, they stay out of his way. No force team dare to stand in his way down from the cops to the FBI. He is a second God on Earth. But what could such a man be in our conversation. "Huh?" "For Christ’s sake Ava, you are getting married to Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso." Tricia screamed, even I am startled from her outburst, then recover only to remain frozen in place.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

The fool. I tugged it out and turned it over. That’s when it happened. A soft thud. A cream envelope slipped from its pages, landing softly on the floor. Curious, I bent to retrieve it. No stamp. Just the embossed seal of Camden & Lyne Private Banking Group—a name that whispered old money, confidentiality, and quiet ruin. I turned the envelope over. No seal. Already opened. I should’ve left it alone. But I didn’t. The letter inside was short. Almost insultingly so.

That explains why he had those men beat up the guy in the alley. I had simply assumed that they were a group of thugs or goons attacking a man in order to make some quick cash. Media reports of wallet theft incidents in and around Bridgeton were prevalent. "Usually, I'm not one for introductions but my name is Dimitri if you insist my name, is Dimitri." He introduced himself. "Dimitri." I pouted hearing his name. A name that befits a man who is unquestionably very handsome. "And I assume you don't have a last name, Dimitri?" His eyes seemed to glint as I asked the question, but he ignored me and continued to closely observe me.