Don In Italian の小説・ストーリー

The door opened, and Matteo walked in, followed by Luca, who was still chuckling to himself. Upstairs, in Donato's private lounge, the air was thick with the scent of scotch. Donato stood by the glass cabinet, pouring amber liquid into three crystal glasses. The door opened, and Matteo walked in, followed by Luca, who was still chuckling to himself. “A husband, Donato? Really?” Luca scoffed, dropping into a leather armchair and kicking his legs over the armrest. “The most feared Don in the country has a husband. The papers are going to have a field day.”

Lethal. “In primo luogo, NON mi parlerai MAI più in quel modo. Io sono il tuo Don. La prossima volta che mi parli in quel modo, ci saranno ripercussioni. In secondo luogo, quello che dico è quello che succede. Voglio questo accordo, e tua moglie è la persona migliore per concluderlo. NON metterai in discussione le mie decisioni. Capisci?” (First, you will NEVER speak to me that way again. I am your Don. Next time you do, there will be consequences. Second, what I say goes. I want this deal, and your wife is the best person to seal it. You do NOT question me. Understand?)

After classes were over , i told Dona about everything, about Damon Sorrentino , the interview , the investment . " Damon Sorrentino!? Seriously!? "she said in a loud tone . "Yes ... why?"i asked her . " He's like the hottest man ever , he's handsome , sexy , rich and perfect "she said . " Of course you would say that " i said ; "Anyway i should get going I don't wanna be late "

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

And guessing from the smug look on his face, he definitely had this planned. He wanted our outfits to match. "Feeling proud of yourself?" I remarked, finally taking my eyes off him and focusing on my reflection again. However Dante was closing the distance between us in no time, his warm fingertips grazing my chin as he turned my head back toward him. "Si, mia moglie!" He breathed out, making my heart stop for a moment. How the hell does this man makes Italian sound so...erotic? "I am quite proud of myself, for managing to impress you."

Don Romano warms up to me in minutes. “For the record, I think you and Dante are a perfect match.” he says. It’s a little far fetched but still, I feel a little safer knowing at least one person has my back. Ornella, on the other hand, hasn’t said a word since she muttered the word “brownnoser” under her breath and Don Romano shot her a glare. I’m not sure what that word is exactly, but I could tell it’s an insult by the way she said it.

I had always known he would serve the family after my father since he had been serving since my grandfather's rule and his father befor him. “Roman,” Sergei said quietly, pushing a file toward me. “These are the immediate matters. The Turkish shipment needs confirmation. The Italians request a meeting for territory discussion. And…” His voice faltered as he picked up another folder, “…your father’s pending accounts must be—” “Stop.”

Marcus hands over the flowers to Adonis in the back seat. Adonis collects it with a frown as he looks at them. "Get rid of them, buy a fresh bouquet!" He orders. "Yes, young master" Marcus nods as he drives. _ Word Translation for known idealic Italian Italian: spazzatura troppo sicura! English: overconfident trash! Italian: Bastardo English: Bastard My apologies for not giving you your update on time. _ Q&A 1) Did Adonis did the right thing by running to help Caitlyn?

“They were expensive ingredients. You better finish everything!” Laughing, Dawn nodded and thanked the grumpy restaurant owner before returning to the car. Ishi-san did not recognise the new car. However, his jaw fell when he noticed the mafia boss wasn’t alone. Although he couldn’t see the person in the passenger seat, he could hear a faint voice that sounded like a woman. No wonder Dawn wanted extra sauce and wasabi on the side. That sly dog had a date!

“How is life with my old friend?” “Better every day,” Sandra replied, taking note of the tall attractive Italian woman, in a very tight blue dress, watching them closely from a nearby table. “What shall I call you? I don’t remember Creighton ever telling me your full name.” The man laughed, causing the woman nearby to frown. “It is Donato Vigano, but the people I know just call me the Don.” “Well, I think I’ll just call you Donato. It’s your name after all.”