Don T Mess With The Don Novels & Stories

News of Daniel's arrest spread like wildfire and sparked lots of discussion. After all, the don of a mafia being imprisoned was not exactly a small matter. In the mediation room, Pedro slammed his palm on the table, fury written all over his face. He yelled at me, "Come on, Rosalie! No matter what Daniel did, he's still your fiance! Nothing good will come out of making a circus out of this. Withdraw the charges immediately!" Siding with Pedro, Dad chimed in, "He's right, Rosalie. We're all family. Why make an issue out of this? If Daniel goes down, my business is finished. For my sake, can't you—"

The position of the Don's wife will definitely be mine! They set the wedding for half a month later. Dante did not treat the wedding carelessly despite the short timeframe. The entire venue was exceptionally luxurious, and he even hired numerous media personalities to broadcast live. The event even made it onto trending topics on social media, staying at the top of the trending list without budging. At the same time, he secretly issued orders. "No one is allowed to provide housing or employment to my wife. Anyone who violates this will face expulsion from the Pierce family."

And until she came along, I honestly didn't think there was a soul in the world that understood me. "Bitch, how you manage to crunch numbers as quickly as you do is possibly one of the wonders of the world, because you're a fucking goldfish with attention span," Dyna says as we join the connecting hallway. "And unfortunately for you, Sophia knows that." I shrug, grinning. "You should know by now that my brain cells usually sign off at seven. Past that, if I manage to remember my name, you're extremely lucky." Dyna is laughing. "It's Doofus, by the way. Your name."

"I've eaten some, just not a lot. I have been getting little dizzy spells but my emotions are all haywire. I'm fine though. I'll be sure to eat some more fruits and protein." He scratched his chin thinking. "Do you think maybe, you could be pregnant?" My mouth dropped open. "Absolutely not! You gave me pills the other week, remember." "I do. I also recall Don stating he hasn't been wearing a condom at his last checkup. Birth control isn't 100% effective." "Ew! Why would he tell you that? And no, I'm not pregnant. Life can't be that f*cking cruel." "I actually didn't need to know. He wrote it proudly on his form. I won't repeat what it said though. Don is a... complicated man. I know he shows

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, the Don adopted the daughter of Mr. Vale and has kept her locked away in the mansion. He arrived with her last night and has refused to let her go." "He addresses her as his captive, saying he is holding her captive and she belongs to him. I tried to find out why, but I could not get the information out of his assistant or the guards sire." The house keeper whispered into the phone, while scanning if anyone was around. The old Don could not help but sigh helplessly. His son was stubborn and liked to do things of his own accord but those things could put him in a mess or even get him in trouble.

"The new detail starts in one hour. Lorenzo is already outside the door. Get used to it, *tesoro*, because this is your life now." He headed for the door. "Don't you dare walk away from me!" Isabella's voice cracked. "We're not done talking about this!" Dante paused at the threshold, his shoulders rigid. When he spoke, his voice was quiet but absolute. "Yes, we are. This isn't a negotiation, Isabella. This is me doing whatever it takes to protect what's mine. Even if you hate me for it." The door closed behind him with devastating finality. Isabella sank back onto the bed, her hands shaking with impotent rage and something that felt dangerously close to heartbreak. This wasn't the man who'd

And for the first time, I wondered whether I was slowly losing the people who had always been there for me. [INSIDE THE DE LUCA VILLA] “STOP!” The voice thundered through the room. Lady Don immediately turned towards the entrance. Her eyes narrowed. “And who are you to tell me not to teach my son some manners?” She looked furious. Don stood near the staircase, his expression unreadable. “I am still the Don,” he replied calmly. “And just because I gave you full authority does not make me a fool.” Lady Don's jaw tightened. She looked towards Bryan, who was still lying on the floor.

"Not you charging in alone while I wait in the car like something fragile that needs protecting from what's actually mine to face too." Dante's expression softened, something almost like a smile ghosting across his features despite the gravity of the moment. "I wouldn't have suggested otherwise. Just stay close." We approached the house together, Enzo and two others flanking at a careful distance, weapons holstered but present, the kind of quiet, controlled show of force meant to prevent violence rather than provoke it. Dante knocked on the front door himself, refusing the more forceful entry his security team could easily have managed.

It was nice watching everyone dancing and for a second I thought Andre was going to have me join him when he returned to the table reaching for my hand. “I haven’t had fun like this in such a long time,” He said, raising my arm a bit so he can spin and moved to sit down. “Then back to doing finals for the next few weeks and the filming.” “Don’t remind me about finals,” Lucas said as he hands Andre a drink and pulls off his jacket. “Hey, we need to do another round before they have more security guards now that it’s almost midnight; what do you think?” “Yes, please,” Andre replied before turning to me and raising an eyebrow. “Do you want one?”