Don In Italian Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of a spoon tapping on a glass grab everyone attention to the source, and saw it is Dante. "Hello everyone, first of all. I congratulate the newest couple on the journey of a lifetime they started today, and also wish them a happy and blissful married life." He starts. "For those of you who may not know me, which in that case I find it weird, I'm Dante Alfonso. Yes the groom is my brother, but I won't say brother because he's more than just a brother. He's a second father to my siblings and I, our friend, saviour, role model and my enemy"

as hot as he sounded speaking those words to me, I hated the fact that I didn’t understand what it is he says. “It’s ,Italian ,bambina, Ask if you do not know” He said. He’s Italian. Wow. “Can we stop with the back and forth now? Tell me what you really came for or you leave my house” He stood up right then. I backed away on impulse. He stalked towards me like a tiger coming at its prey and with each step Don took forward, I took one backward until I hit the wall and he was just mere inches away from me.

“Go away now. I'm not asking you to.” “Gio...” “Chi credi di essere per sfidare l'ordine del tuo Don? Io non sopporto la mancanza di rispetto, anche se viene dalla mia cara sorellina. Ucciderei per meno.” (Who do you think you're to defy your Don's order? I won't endure disrespect, even if it's from my dear little sister. I would kill for less.) He says in his perfect Italian, bringing even more magnificence to his posture.

Closed her eyes. Smiled. “This tastes like love,” she said. I tasted mine. It tasted like memory. We ate slowly, laughing, teasing, stealing bites from each other’s plates. Holly smeared sauce on my cheek just to see me scowl. I flicked a piece of basil at her in retaliation. She gasped, then laughed so hard she nearly spilled her wine. The staff chuckled quietly, shaking their heads, whispering to each other in Italian. Il Don è felice. The Don is happy.

My heart grew erratic, and I swallowed a sharp breath. "What am I doing here?" My voice shook. "What happened to me? How did this happen?" "You were shot in the middle of a guerra dei clan," she explained, and then added, "it italian for war of the clans. It is referred to as Faida dei Don, fued of the dons." I stared at her with furrows of confusion on my forehead. She averted her gaze from the basket to mine. Seeing how dazed I was, she explained better.

Like all churches, the structure was magnificent, and those stained-glass windows really drew you in. “Ahhhhh…” The head priest saw us walk in and made his way straight over speaking to Kate in Italian. They all shared three kisses before Kate turned to me. “Don Michelle, I would like to introduce you to Dario’s girlfriend, Ada.” “Ada! Velcome!” He gave me a large warm smile as he clapped his hands together. “Dario’s mother…” Ah, so Don means Father or Minister or Priest or Holy Man... really. Not just head of the mafia that she is married to. Got it, I was a bit confused why we were at the church and who this other Don was...

The sound cracked like a gunshot. "E chi è questo cane americano?" Don Viti barked in rapid, harsh Sicilian. "Un teppista arricchito che puzza di sangue a buon mercato. Non sei degno di stare vicino a mia nipote." And who is this American dog? A jumped-up thug smelling of cheap blood. You are not worthy to stand near my granddaughter. Noah understood every word. He held his ground. His jaw locked. He stepped forward, putting himself between me and the old Don.

“Venire," {"Come in"} One of his men walked in with a slight bow. "è il momento, Don," {"It's time, Don."} "spero che sia tutto pronto? "He asked. “on voglio nessun cazzo di errore," {"I hope everything is ready?} {"I don't want any fucking mistake"} "Certo, don. È tutto perfetto, proprio come hai ordinato”, The man replied with his head still bowed. {"Sure, Don. Everything is perfect just as you ordered."}

Hmmm I subconsciously grovelled at his rich Italian accent. "Don is another name for Boss right?" "Yes it is. I'm am the Don of an Italy Mafia family" "Like you head a gang here in Italy?" "yes" "And those huge guys are..?" "They are my men. You need to be introduced to them by the way. I will do that after our chit chat" "Okay. So where is O.. " "Oliver, your husband" He cut in. I couldn't help but smile cuz of the look he was giving me right now"