Don T Mess With The Don Novels & Stories

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

She was still trying to relax Donnie after seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ve been training for months, and I’ve fought some of your men. But I’ve never fought a machine before. I don’t know if I can fight and kill 2Pac in front of millions of people.” A tremor escaped from Donnie’s voice as he spoke. He glanced across the room at his two daughters, making sure they couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Both of them chatted endlessly over Leo’s collection of vehicles, and the chef allowed the boy to start his Porsche and rev up the engine. Leo asked Doc’s permission to take Donny out for a joy ride along the docks, while Doc tended to his patient. Donny seemed to have grown in the couple months it had been since they’d last saw him. He now towered above Amber and was growing out his blonde curls. He wore it in a man bun which he pulled off well. He would be entering his senior year in the fall and Amber was sure the girls went crazy over him. Donny had given them a laugh when he announced he and his girlfriend had a mutual separation because of irreconcilable differences.

“Leave the body exactly as it is as a warning to all of society. I hope to make it clear with this image that there's a new Don on the block and that he's not the fucking father. Let's go." Soon....

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

Finally, a strand gave way in Dolores’s wrists, and adrenaline pumped through my veins as her fingers brushed against mine, then darted to her legs, working quickly to untie the rope on her feet. She was behind me now, her breath hot against my neck as she struggled with the tight knots binding my hands. "Hurry up," I mumbled. "We need to get out of here before that hungry beast comes back." Sounds gushed in from the hallway, battering the both of us. We froze in that position, feeling shock and fear as we sighted the don. "That's not a very nice way to address someone who's offering you hospitality," the Don commented, his voice soft and dangerously entertained. "I'm not a monster. I just w

Valez and the man sneak out to go and rescue Austin and Clara. "Yo, fighter!" One of the already beaten-down men distracts Donny. The gang leader capitalizes on the distraction by kicking Donny in the gut. Donny drops to the ground, his chest heaving in and out. The gang leader attempts to kick him again, but Donny grabs his ankle and twists it. The gang leader grunts in pain.

He snaps his head to me. “Fuck him and his damn deal. He has just burnt our club to the fucking ground. So it is only right we pay him back in kind.” I look at the crazed look in his eyes. This is why he is Don and not me. He is blood thirsty but usually composed. But that composure has just snapped. “No, Antonio, think before you do anything stupid. Think of Bobbi. You retaliate, you risk her. Then all of this would have been for nothing.” That snaps him out of whatever he was thinking.

The next day, dressed as on a holiday, they all sit around the stage where after almost two months of training and familiarization with this absolutely wonderful place, Donny becomes alpha and everything goes great and everything is exactly as Jose and Francesca they planned. But as soon as Donny swears his faith to the "Delincuentes bajo al Luna'' pack, a big commotion ensues. "What the fuck is this?" Jose Fernandes asked, watching as someone split the crowd in two and headed for the stage.

“It’s just a performance. I want to make sure this doesn’t hurt the company.” “It won’t,” she assures me, though there’s a flicker of concern in her eyes. “But your brother... he’s struggling with all of this.” She gestures subtly toward the sanctuary. I sigh and nod in thanks, then turn toward the sanctuary doors. On the way, I pass the Don, who’s deep in conversation with Dante. When he notices me, his face lights up with a smile, his eyes dropping briefly to my stomach in anticipation. He’s eager for a grandchild. Nothing shows yet, but I know it won’t be long.