Don In Italian Novels & Stories

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

Speaking of the greedy devil, Gianni. Domenico slid the phone closer to him, answered with one swipe, and put it on speaker. “ Dov’è mia figlia?” (Where is my daughter?) Domenico's smirk grew slowly, “Non è incredibile?” (isn't it incredible?) He said mockingly. “Un bastardo avido come te ha finalmente qualcosa che ama piú dei soldi.” (A greedy bastard like you finally has something he loves more than money.)

, Dolores asked. “The one from Italy, mama”, she said. “Okay, and so?”, Dolores asked as she picked up her glass of wine. “And so? Mama it’s not any random old Don. He is young and has the face of a god. You should see him mama”, Lima said in a dreamy manner. “Okay, I see. You have a crush on this Don. I will see what I can see about setting you up with him”, Dolores said and took a sip from her wine.

The man on the chair immediately starts to shake and I bit back my disgust when I notice he wets himself. Enzo sighs, shaking his head. “That’s the fourth time in thirty minutes.” The man in question sobs, although it is muffled because of the gag in his mouth. “What have you gotten so far?” “A new Monterro is in charge of our dealings. It’s the name I am looking for.” I take in the man, noting Enzo had already removed five of his fingers and from the way his legs were bent, Enzo had broken his knees too. “He is afraid of you. When I mentioned your name, he wet himself. And he did so again when you walked in.”

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.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

His fiancée was one lady boss there. “You can call me Mr Barbieri, Miss Sierra,” Francesco replied holding out his anger. The girl was insulting him by calling him by his first name. He was the Don! DON of the Italian Mafia and they both acted as if it was nothing! Sierra nodded at that. “Francesco,” She once again called him by his first name making him fume inside. Had he been a cartoon character, smoke would have been coming from his ears.

And here I was, standing in front of them in nothing but a big shirt, pretending I hadn’t heard a thing. One of the men finally found his voice. “Uh…no, miss. You’re not interrupting anything.” I smiled shyly. “I was just looking for Massimo. Do you happen to know where he is?” “Massimo?” the taller one repeated, like the word tasted strange. “Who are you exactly? Nobody calls the Don by his name. He even hates it when his own fiancée does that.” “Oh,” I whispered innocently, blinking like I really didn’t know. “I didn’t know. Sorry about that.”

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

This was the same man who almost had his dick up in a woman not up to an hour ago. Marco dismissed the everyone apart from Carlos. "Why are you looking so amused, this is not funny. The chances of them attacking is very, E Dio sa se sanno cosa stiamo consegnando nel carico, fanculo l'ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno. è questo" Marco said unable to finish his sentence and Carlos said. "Ayyy Andrà tutto bene, abbiamo sempre un piano, possono venire saremo pronti per quelle fottute fiche.." He said.