Don Delillo Novel Novels & Stories

I slowly rose from my seat as Dante reached for the doorknob, opening it with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times. "Come on in," he said, glancing back at me. I followed, my feet moving before my mind could catch up. The air inside the hidden room was cooler, heavier. Dim lighting cast shadows across the stone walls. The space was larger than I expected; more of a bunker than a room. And yet, it felt personal. Intimate. My breath hitched. Pictures. Everywhere. The walls were littered with them; polaroids, glossy prints, newspaper clippings, some creased at the edges.

"They are smart boys. I give him that. Especially Chris. He got his mom's personality. He has a keen, sharp sense when someone is lying or not." I lower my hands holding the plate. "Did Tech fund anything on Eddie?" "So far, Del is following the target as we speak." Del, short for Delice's named after the Swiss chocolate you see at convenience stores, and because the women he has been with describe him as creamy are also part of Don's team members. Master at disguise and stealth. He has been following Eddie and his posey and sends his intel to Don, making sure he doesn't know where Leo and I are hiding.

Don't forget how much scheming it took for you to earn the title of Donna. Enzo: [That thing in your womb was never a get-out-of-death-free card. When you're screaming in the delivery room and no one comes, don't crawl back to me like a dog.] Enzo: [And those dark web reports. This was your doing, wasn't it? Delete them. Some games are above your pay grade.] I did not finish reading the rest. I dragged his number into the blacklist. Even with the blood-soaked lesson of my previous life burned into my bones, being trampled like this still felt like a knife sawing through my heart.

But as I slowed down near my apartment building, a shadow moved in the alley beside me — tall, fast, deliberate. I hit the brakes. He stepped into the faint glow of the streetlight — the same man from the store. His coat was wet now, collar turned up against the rain. He wasn’t smiling anymore. My chest tightened. “What the hell do you want from me?” I shouted through the window. He didn’t answer. He just stood there, watching me like he was fighting with himself. Then he took one slow step toward the car. “Stay away!” Still no reaction. His eyes burned through the glass, unreadable, dangerous. Then he said something I barely heard through the rain — two words that made my skin crawl.

“Filippo is taking over me. Don Colombo is sending me to Sicily to handle the shipping business there. It’s basically… exile.” “I know. “Of course you do.” He let out a wry smile. “You’re the reason for my downfall.” I looked into his eyes. “Matteo, I’m not the reason. You caused your own downfall. I merely showed everybody how you got there.” He did not refute. Silence lingered once more. “Juliana is gone,” he said. “She left yesterday. Mr. Tutti had her escorted to Naples, and she’s never to come back. She called me sobbing before leaving, saying that she was sorry, that she didn’t mean to, that—”

The sixth sense of a woman who moved among underworld forces was normally inseparable from vigilance. While Vincenzo Corleone was handling business in the study, his personal phone vibrated once. It was an encrypted number with no contact name. When the screen lit up, I caught a glimpse of the message preview. The two words read, "Miss you." Vincenzo reached to turn off the screen almost instantly, his gaze flickering momentarily. Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened.

Lorena had such a bed; only last night it ha made the same noise beneath them, loud enough that Dish wondered briefly, before pleasure overtook him, if anybod besides themselves was hearing it Now he was hearing it, standing with his shirttail half tucked in, while someone else was making it with Lorena. Memorie of her body mingled with the sound, causing such a painful feeling in Dish’s breast that for a second he couldn’t move. H felt almost paralyzed, doomed to stand in the heat beneath the very room he had been hoping to enter himself. She wa

Solenne The way he cared for me had my body melting little by little. He made sure Elize was happy and safe then brought me upstairs to spoil me. This was the man I saw peek through his walls and the man I wanted. I knew it was temporary though. He was the Don and had responsibility that didn't include me. I planned to leave in a week so just for today I let my walls down too. I could enjoy him while I had him. I could give myself good memories to hold on to for our son. He broke my heart yet filled me in a way I never knew existed.