Novel & Cerita Don T Mess With The Don

I took long strides to the door and almost pulled it off its hinges when opening it. "What!" I growled at a shocked Trevor. "Who gave you the fucking right to bang on my fucking door you imbicile!" "I-I-I" he stuttered moving back. "Use you fucking words idiot." I left the room and closed the door behind me so I couldn't disturb Charlotte, that’s if I hadn’t already. "I'm sorry Don." he apologized bowing his head. "What is it?" I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose to calm myself. "You have a meeting in 10 minutes." he told me.

Don didn't reply, but I knew his answer. "I don't want to stop you. I'm not scared of Petrov anymore, but I'm scared about you." I tell him. "You and Petrov are about the same level regarding combat, but be careful. He can be manipulative and pull dirty tricks. I have seen it happen before. When his opponent lost, he broke his neck just for fun. He gets turned on with torture." "Damn, that is sick," Brandon gags. "Please, Don, return to me in one piece," I say, and in a blink of an eye, he grabs my neck, and our lips touch in a rough yet passionate kiss. After two seconds, we pull apart breathlessly. He plants his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.

"Tom Waits? They play it all the time in the barracks. Most metal non-metal song you'll ever hear." Sure enough, the song title and artist appear in the corner of the screen, confirming what Chase said. "It's scary." He snorts. "It'll give you nightmares, for sure." The cameras follow Don from his runway to the cage. He bounds up the stairs and stops before the door. Looking out at the crowd, the camera zooms in on his face, and I sneer. There's a gleam of cockiness in his eyes. He's exactly where he wants to be. God knows how long he's wanted to fight Seth without restrictions and now he can. He can go all out and who's gonna stop him? The thought terrifies me. What if I underestimated Don?

Cross' POV I leaned forward slightly. My voice came low. Controlled. “I killed them.” A beat of silence. Then—“Why?” I took a slow breath. “They crossed my line. They tampered with my business. They touched what wasn’t theirs to touch.” A long, cold pause. Then—a slow, measured step. And finally—The Don emerged from the shadows. He was huge. Plump, but strong. His frame exuded power, but his movements were light, controlled. His suit was crisp, expensive. His eyes? Black. Unreadable.

he thought as he dialled Don's number on his phone. "Hello Don, how are you?" Bryce asked as he returned to his office. "I'm fine, Mr President," Don replied. Don Entertainment Industry has been acquired by Diamond Corporation. Bryce is now the president of Don Entertainment so he is now Don's boss. "How is the team's preparation for the next premiere going?" Bryce asked as he could not ask Don directly if Angela was with him. "All good. I will be meeting Ms Britney later today so we finalize everything," Don replied.

Luca made the first move, moving swiftly by pushing a leg forward and shifting his body weight, he lunched his fist at Dons face but a remarkable amount of ease he shifted and Luca’s attacked missed making him stumble but quickly regain his footing, he turned around and swung his feet but again Don just took a step back and completely avoided it. “DON!!” Damian’s voice sounded from the edge of the room, his eyes were locked on done with a look that sent shivers running through the both of them. “I’m sorry boss.” Don said, taking a step back but still he didn’t take a stance. “Give me your best shot.” Luca boldly said, Don seemed hesitant but regardless he was given an order and he would foll

Just waiting for a reaction like he had time to dissect every expression I made. I stabbed a piece of chicken so hard the plate clicked. He finally spoke. “Let’s get this over with.” I frowned. “Get what over with?” “My rules.” “Of course,” I muttered. “You look like a man who memorizes rules the way other people memorize phone numbers.” He didn’t react. Not even a twitch of amusement. “Rule one,” he said calmly. “You don’t leave the property without me.” “That sounds like imprisonment.” “It’s called safety.”

" Guards surged into the mess, forcing bodies apart, trying to wrestle back control. Out of nowhere, the Don at my side, because that’s what he had to be, lifted both hands in mock surrender as He glanced toward Oleg, who was stalking towards us like he hadn’t just torn the place apart. “Well, well,” the Don drawled. “Look who’s clocking in early.” Oleg halted in front of us just as the Don leaned in, gave a wink, and said, “Easy now, little brother. I wasn’t even touching your toys.” Little... brother?!

Her breath gushed out of her mouth, stomach plummeting at the sheer volume of his voice. Mr. Don shot forward in his chair, hands darting out just in time to grab his coffee cup before it could tip over completely. The liquid sloshed, spilling over the rim and staining the edge of the clipboard…and his shirt. He let out an exaggerated sigh, staring at the mess like it had personally offended him. Slowly, he dragged his gaze up to Niya. Menacing. “Mr. Don. Mr. Don. Don. Fucking Don.” Niya stiffened. It wasn’t her fault. Was it?