Don T Mess With The Don Novels & Stories

“ Good morning grandson ! “ said mr Donovan with a smile . “ Good morning ! “ said Antonio displeased that he was the person he had to see in the morning before he left for work . “ Great car , isn’t it ? “ said mr Donovan . “ Was it you who ordered the servants to take that car out ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! It’s too precious and too nice to be left unused in the garage . It has been a week since your birthday and yet you left it in the garage without using it at all . Shame on you ! “ said mr Donovan with a bit of a sulky tone . “ This is my birthday gift so I can do whatever I want with it . “ said Antonio with a serious look . “ If I had such a car , I would boast to everyone about it .

I stare at them confused as I had tried walking around them but they won't let me. "Donna, Don requested your presence." One of the men said. Ah, He still have to follow me to school, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Donna? Isn't it like a female gangster leader? Why did he have to show up in my life now that I at least have little peace. "I'm not going." I stated matter of fact. I attempt to pass their middle, but stop when they just continue blocking my way. "Donna, please don't make it hard for us." the other guy said by now the few people that still lingered around had stop and are now watching the show.

And I raised my fingers and wiggled them in his face, "See no ring." He beamed at me, "That's reason enough; besides, Dons shouldn't be a choice for a pretty girl like you." He poured me another cup and placed it in front of me, "Here we go." I circled my finger on the rim looking at him, then smiled without even knowing why and asked, "What do you mean, Dons?" "Oh, they're hot-headed," he whispered, knowing that with how loud the club was, nobody was going to mind us, "all of them, especially the one with all the tattoos."

Carlos revealed to him. "..You dare blood sucker. Just wait still my arms heals, i will dislocate yours for what you did to mine." Don said in an angry tone. "Yeah...we both know that's not possible. Now let's talk about the matter on ground." Carlos said to him and open the bottle. "Hahahaha!" Don suddenly began laughing. "What's so funny?" Carlos ask him. "You think you have won, just because you dislocated my arm. Have you forgotten? My servants have gone to get the mortal girl, and they have probably capture her and brought her to my new domain." Don confidently said.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

Felix I walk through the forest to clear my head. It’s been a busy and tiring night. When I became Don, I had promised one thing - change. We would be doing things around here differently, and when I heard through the grapevine that my men picked up a small laundromat owner for not paying back the ten grand he borrowed from us and planned on takinghim to our spot in the forest for some ‘sprucing up’ which is our code word for beat the living crap out of him, I lost it.

I was shoved forward, blinking against the dizzying neon glow leaking through the cracks of the main room. A man leaned against the wall ahead, arms crossed. His Silk shirt opened halfway with Greased black hair and a Smile like a fox sizing up a dying rabbit. Brando. “So this is the Don’s little stray,” he drawled, eyes dragging down my body like he was licking it clean. “Thought you’d be taller.” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched so tight I could taste blood. He stepped forward, circling me like a butcher eyeing prime meat. “We’re gonna make a star out of you, Bella. The Don wants a performance. You give him a goddamn performance.”

Trying to hide the mixture of his emotions. “Ho fame, mangiamo.. (I’m hungry, let’s eat.)” Don Leon did not say anything. Hadn't even moved. He was still looking at Tony. Watching. While everyone else was panicking. But one gesture— Just one move—made them all shut their trap. The Don raised a single hand slightly. And silence fell like a hammer. The air became thick. Suffocating. Even his mother looked breathless. ‘Ever the dramatic,’ Tony thought sarcastically.

The smirk was devilish in itself. She rolled her eyes back laughing, “Yeah yeah, you better stick to your promise, Don.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That I will my heart." Wait, what? That was the second time he had ever called her his heart. Was the Don becoming sentimental?

Yeyo held a map of the city, Lashar played with his car keys, and Marvin sat quietly, holding a gun. The screech of tires outside signaled the Don's arrival. The room went still as the door creaked open. The Don entered with quiet authority, his presence commanding instant respect. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and his sharp eyes scanned the room, studying each and every one of them. "Gentlemen," he began with a low clear voice. "We've got business to discuss." The Don took his seat at the head of the table, taking all the control. "The job at Abibba’s building was handled well," he continued. "But that’s only the beginning."