Novel & Cerita Don T Mess With The Don

Chapter 101 The Don was in his room preparing to leave when Ben came to see him, “Do you need anything?” He asked as he wore his jacket, “Dora is sick” Ben told him, “What's wrong with her?” The Don asked with little interest “I don't know, I will call in the Doctor to come see her but she won't manage to go with you” “Of course she won't” the Don replied “Excuse me Sir but what do you mean?” Ben asked a bit confused

“Misha—” “Stop.” I turn to Donn. “Leave.” Donn’s smirk fades, just a little. He studies me, then Damon, then me again. Then, slow, he pushes off the wall, straightening his shirt. “As you wish, little storm.” He ports out in a swirl of shadow, leaving only the scent of pine and leather behind. Damon’s hands come to my waist, his grip bruising. “He’s dangerous.” “I know.” “He wants you.”

"Naomi? Where is that fool? What on earth is she doing?" David's roar rang through the office. Naomi stumbled over, looking as pale as a ghost. "No, David…" David bellowed, "Tell me! Why wasn't the payment made? Are you in finance just to sit around? What good is it if the money isn't moving? This is a 60-million-dollar order! All the company's funds are tied up in it! Are you trying to destroy the company?" David's chest thumped with anger, and he raised his hand as if to hit her.

It’s loud enough that we almost miss the sound of the front door creaking open. Heavy footsteps thump against the foyer floor. Vivienne freezes, her smile faltering. “It’s probably just—” Renzo walks in before she can finish her sentence. His eyes find mine immediately which is weird. “The Don is tearing apart the city because of you.”

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

I absolutely refused to make myself small for any man. I went back to the bedroom and started packing up my things. Even though we had been married for several years, I had pathetically little to my name. As the Donna, I was expected to lead by example. Thus, while the family was expanding, lavish spending was out of the question. In just a few minutes, I had packed everything up. Looking at the master bedroom, which was almost unchanged, I felt as if a lifetime had passed. I'd poured all of my heart and soul into Marco and the family, but all I got in return was his betrayal and indifference.

Pointed it at the man's head. I stopped breathing. Tommy shifted beside me but didn't intervene. "Here's what's going to happen," Dante said calmly. "You're going to replace this entire shipment with quality product by tomorrow morning. And you're going to do it at half price. Consider it an apology f*e." "That's not possible……" Dante fired. The bullet hit the crate inches from the man's head. "Want to try that answer again?" "Tomorrow morning. Half price. I'll have it ready."

For the five years I was married to my mafia husband, Dante, I never once showed my face to the Moretti family. I thought it was Dante’s way of protecting me. Until a family meeting record landed in my hands by mistake. It said Dante Moretti had formally married Gianna Romano. The date was five years ago. When I saw that name, I froze. She was Dante’s most trusted capo. She’d saved his life. She was also in love with him. Five years ago, she’d been against Dante marrying me. While I was performing on stage, she deliberately sent a spotlight crashing down and destroyed my career as a pianist. Afterward, she cried and said she hadn’t meant to. Dante believed her. He couldn’t send her t

Don suddenly voiced from behind while I turned around and then smiled gently. “Of course, she’s still in denial. Once she realizes how deep the betrayal runs, she will be back here, begging to take my offer.” I said firmly as I got into my chair and leaned back. “I’m off then, call me if anything comes up,” Don said and then left while I just nodded. Don is my private investigator. He does all the finding, digging, and dirty work. Being a billionaire heir with many competitors isn’t a child’s play. I’ve made so many enemies than I can count, and that’s where Don comes in. He helps keep them in check.