Novel & Cerita Don T Mess With The Don

“Do you know who I am? I work for York Enterprise! I’m being protected by the Yorks in South Light. In South Light, I can do whatever I want, and no one dares to resist me!” At that moment, Don was filled with deep wrath, to the point of losing his mind. He gritted his teeth and took out his phone to make a call unconsciously. But he put the phone on speaker mode just to show himself off. After a short while, they heard a deep and dignified voice at the other end of the phone. “Don? What’s up?”

, smiling at the message Coco snatched my phone and ran ignoring her, because I couldn’t pursue her she read it loudly and they started laughing making me to join them, collecting my phone from Coco I replied back to Don, " Yeah Tanx kisses”. I don't know why, but sometimes when I look at Don I see revenge on his face with such playboy attitude, 'oh God help me!', I said to myself

Beautiful, hungry chaos. Donald tried to hold on, but we didn’t give him a chance. We teased him with soft whispers and inside jokes that only fueled his fire. “You remember that weekend in Vegas?” Dana said, stroking his chest while I rode his cock hard and deep, my tits bouncing in his face. “The MMA fighter who cried when he came?” Brittany laughed, her lips brushing my thigh as she kissed down toward Donald’s stomach. “He begged me to let him eat my ass. Poor thing nearly passed out.”

She grinned. "A man who fights this hard for a woman would never give up on her. I knew it. And that, my dear, is the real weakness of love. It’s dangerous. It makes people stupid." A knock came from the door. Valentina didn’t flinch. She set her glass down, turning toward the door. A man stepped inside, dressed in a sleek black suit. He bowed slightly. "Donna, the Don is here." Valentina’s smile widened. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Showtime."

“Do you think catching Ronan Lombardi will actually give us the peace we’re looking for?” I knew it was a long shot, but I wanted to hear what he thought. Renzo met my eyes through the rearview mirror. Wilfred coughed awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “Honestly, Ma’am,” Renzo said with a shrug, “no. With you being a Moretti and Marco running the show, peace isn’t really on the table.” I expected that answer, but it still hit hard. I guess I’d been holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the end of it.

His wife was given little to no attention, and the physical and emotional torment eventually killed her after Mason was born. Mason started training at the young age of four, to use weapons, to fight, to be ruthless and to be evil. “Boss.” One of Don's men called, walking into his private chamber. “The goods have been held in San Diego, and they have refused to let it go until you arrive.” Don let out a grunt. “Those greedy bastards,” he rose to his feet, “I'll be damned if I don't make one of them bleed.” “Is the jet ready?” He asked.

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

“I don't care, Jackie. The last time we did a project together, it didn't turn out well. This is too big a project to play around with. I will rather play my cards right.” She wanted to protest again, but Don chipped in. “Let him do it his way, Jackie. Let it go.” Thank God Don chipped in. Oh goodness, how did Nornani end up here?!

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"