Don In Italian Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in this room seems deadly "How rude of me sorry my name is Luca Morelli the Don of the Sicilian mafia," he says extending his hand and my eyes widen. My blood runs cold. If it wasn't for the sound of the bacon sizzling and the sound of this man's lips spreading into a smile I would think I was dreaming "Cazzo " I whisper shutting my eyes and he chuckles

He was pissed off. "Alright, guns down!" Luca manno rasped in Italian language. I looked at Matteo, my eyes pleading with him to not do anything silly. He withdrew his gun. "Listen, I am not here to fight with you son. I just want to offer a friendly proposal," he approached in a calm voice, I wondered where all this was heading.

“Moretti blood stands with you, no matter where this war drags us.” I smiled then, but it wasn’t the soft smile Dante adored. It was sharper, made of iron. “Good. Because now we know who the real enemy is. Rivalries between Italy’s dons are child’s play.” My eyes narrowed, voice sinking lower. “Now, I’m playing with adults.”

Don asked Luca. I grunted. "My name is Lily." "Did I talk to you?" His gaze turned sharply towards me. I stepped back. Don was terrifying. Luca gave me a look. "Stay still, Lily." He ordered. I didn't like it at all. But well, it was better than getting shot. There was a gun lying openly on Don’s desk. Luca recited something in Italian to Don, who nodded, and replied back in the foreign language, which caused Luca to make me sit on one of the chairs facing Don's and leave.

I caught sight of him wiping what looked to be blood from his lip. “Cosa?” (What?) I motioned with my finger to the spot of blood he had missed at the corner of his lip. “Puttanella.” (Little bitch.) Pablo smirked, picking up the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing his mouth. I could see the clear cut that had formed on the edge of his lip. “Mi ha morso.” (She bit me.) He laughed unnervingly as he noticed my stare. “Il Don ha detto di non toccarla.” (The Don said not to touch her.) Pablo could see the disapproving look I was giving him, but he didn’t seem to care.

However, he did not stop there in that room. [1]girlfriend, in Italian. [2]Damn!, in Italian.

We stare at each other for a while and then slowly, I nod, and he continues. “Lillian, she is my family, but we still got married because that was what my mother wanted. To be honest, I never gave much thought to liking a woman.” Lorenzo says making my heart skip wildly. I gulp. “I always do what my mother wants, perché lei è la Donessa.” (Because she’s the Donessa.) My brows furrow at the use of Italian, I don’t understand what he said.

I come to a stop before him, tucking my hands behind my back, standing about a food behind Christian, who doesn’t look back at me. “She hasn’t given you an ounce of trouble, dad,” Christian sighs, pressing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Honestly, this whole thing is ridiculous –“ “I’ll decide what is ridiculous, Cristian,” Don Romano snaps, interrupting Christian and pronouncing his name with a distinct Italian accent that makes it very clear that his name in this house is different than the name I grew up calling him.

] ‘Juliette’ Gino jumped at the sound of Romero’s voice and felt his heart drop when he saw his men were captured and he was alone, ‘Oh guarda ecco che arriva il bel ragazzo per la sua ragazza prostituta. Capisco la tua attrazione amico mio, è un bel po' di figa ma in realtà non è un fottuto Don, solo una patetica puttana del cazzo.' [Oh look here comes the pretty boy for his whoring girlfriend. I understand your attraction my friend, she’s a hot bit of pussy but really she’s not a fucking Don, just a pathetic fucking whore.]

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."