Don In Italian Novels & Stories

Rosa said taking a glass of Nero d'Avola and she took a sip from it while I tried to clear away the 'Don's word I heard her say a minute ago. I carried the cup and took a sip of the drink before eating the chips and crackers. Rosa seemed flustered like she said a word she shouldn't have, and I knew better than interrogating her; I'd rather ask Sullivan myself. And why the hell would he even be a Don? I laughed at the thought. Probably the word 'don was another meaning in the Sicily language. "Pretty girl." A man who seemed to be in his thirties walked up to us. "I'm Federico." He said sitting beside me reeking of alcohol.

Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

Alfredo said. "Now, he is no longer one," Mario said. "That's right," Candela said. "Who is the new Don then?" Dante asked. Mario smirked at him. "You?" Dante asked. Candela spoke up. "That's not..... " "Yes, uncle. I am the new Don now. Don Mario Morelli," Mario said, looking at everyone. They all shared a confused look. "Seriously? You think you can be the Don just like that?" Dante asked.

“Good morning, amore mio.” “You were the one thing I wasn’t supposed to want.” La Donna Lena.

’ [No, this time he was not going to lose her, she had to understand his reaction had been perfectly normal for a red-blooded Italian male, he had been jealous that a man, especially someone like Cameron, had raped his woman, even it it had been brief and ended in his losing his life. Determined to sort this out with her he headed out and got into his scarlet Maserati MC12 flipped the hood down and sped across the island to her villa skidding to a stop at her front door with a shower of gravel spurting from his wheels.The gardener huffed in annoyance, damn Grand Don thought her could do what he liked, well he would have a word with his Boss, the Donna, she would put him inn his place. He wat

Old age was evident on him. We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

He wore a Richard Mille on his right wrist and a Rolex on his left, with a glamorous and expensive customized chain, with the word 'DON’ engraved in it, resting on his chest. Don Fabrizio Colpani. He walked slowly but purposefully towards the two Mexican thug heads, with Lucca and the rest of his entourage coming behind him, disregarding Carlos’ and Di Stefano's raised guns. When he stood directly before them, he proceeded to say in a voice that carried authority: “Good evening, hermanos.. I… am Don Fabrizio Colpani.. Head, lord, and master of the Uomini Marrone.”

I roll my eyes, lowering the book, “Don't you have to use the toilet or something?” He grins with a knowing expression, the fucker knows he’s a bother. “Eh no, Signora.” I scoff, curling my legs on the sofa as I continue reading. “That's Italian for no Madame,” He adds, noticing my reaction. Nico moves from standing in front of me to the window, he leans a hip on the windowsill, his big body covering half of the window. “I reckon that you think the Don is a monster for marrying you,” He says, staring straight into the room.

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

His eyes immediately looked away from her, well-fed of the rumors of how Don's possessiveness blazed for her. He adjusted the opened laptop in his hands, taking it to the awaiting Donavan Frantino himself. When he took in Don's features, he was yet again reminded of the grave circumstances Frantino's were in. His digressing seriousness returned as he urgently turned the screen towards Don before settling it on his table. "I am trying my best but I-" his specific remarks were abruptly interrupted by Don's order in Italian, speak in italian, Rocco felt confused for a second before understanding Don's intent. It seemed that Don was adamant on keeping all business conversations in Italian, never