Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

Learn how to move like a Moretti. His voice still echoed in her ears. She wanted to dismiss it as just another power move, another game in his endless cycle of dominance—but it hadn’t felt like one. For once, he hadn’t looked at her like a trophy. He’d looked at her like a woman who mattered. A woman he couldn’t afford to lose. Still, she couldn’t allow herself to be drawn in. Not now. When the knock came on her door, she was already dressed in leggings and a fitted top—comfort over luxury. No one had told her what training with the don would look like, but she had a feeling heels and diamonds weren’t on the agenda.

But the thought of him even looking at her, touching her in a way only I should, made my blood boil. I can let him have his way with anything, but not her. Not until I was done with her. "I will take care of it." "Surely, you don't plan on fighting the Don?" He raised an eyebrow, and as if realising something, he said, "Jesus christ, you are in deep." I wasn't planning on fighting the Don. I wasn't about to break my rules for a woman. I would just make sure he never found out about her.

I replied, tugging her closer until there wasn't any space left between us, " YOU ARE MY QUEEN! They listen to me and I listen to you. I promise that if you don't like the deal, I will never approve it." She blushed a little but I could see her anger melting down finally. She replied stepping away from me, bending down to pick up her clothes, " Fine! I will go but you better not treat me there as a Don." I held my hands up, finally heaving a sigh of relief, " I dare not, wifey as long as you are with me." __________ " WHAT THE FUCK SHE IS DOING HERE?"

, he said removing her hold . "I'm also single and I'm women too can't you see my boobs " she blabber with her hands on her hips. "You are my men ,you just declare" she again hold his waist and lean on his back making him cry out more. Darren shake his head looking at the mess and try to deattach these leeches from the innocent men. While Damian is busy looking for the third muskeeter and release a sigh finding her. She is sitting on a bartable and throwing her heel on the light in the middle of dance floor.

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

I stated, standing her down on the floor. "I'm sorry but sometimes I become stubborn like a kid. It's my nature." She told me in an innocent tone. "And I know how to control my Stubborn Butterfly." I smiled at her with triumph. "Don't worry. Now let's go." I said, clasping her hand. "But I wanted to sleep with you." She uttered sadly when I'm leading her out of the club. I ignored her and kept walking. I'll never break my own rule by sleeping with her. I can't let her come close to me. I don't want to give her the wrong hints.

"Then you spend the next week learning exactly how far I'll go to remind you who owns you. And you still won't get the truth." There was a deep pause, then silence stretched for over a second, her body was still pressed to mine, trembling faintly. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, erratic. She was scared, and her fear was understandable. Although an alcoholic and womanizer, Don Moretti was still a don, and was equally as dangerous as one. I waited. Finally she closed her eyes, lashes dark against her cheeks. "When?" she whispered. "Tomorrow night." She nodded once, a small, reluctant nod..

Once, at a family gathering, Marco announced in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved most, and so I would be the one and only Donna in the family. He would also introduce me to others at various social events, showing off how wonderful I was. Thinking back on all the good things he had done in the past, I calmly stood up. I didn't even have the slightest urge to read the comments. Before, when I saw posts like these, I would throw fits, demand an explanation from Marco, and make up every excuse for him.

The day Lily Bianchi returned from abroad, the Don Dario Moretti threw a street race in her honor. She was the woman he valued most. He ordered me to race, even though my old injuries hadn't healed. The wound on my arm tore open, and I lost control of the steering wheel. The car slammed head-on into a boulder. Pain ripped through me. When Dario drove past, he instinctively slowed down for a moment. Lily, riding shotgun, immediately rested a hand on Dario's shoulder. "Dario, why on earth did Lucia crash into the mountainside? Is it because you let me ride with you? She got jealous and hurt herself just to get your attention." Dario scoffed. "Nobody help her. She'll live. "Anyone who takes her

Lilian unzipped her dress and leaned toward him. "No one. Just someone I used to know. She would never get a tattoo."