Don Winslow Books Novels & Stories

The night Blair Carter threw a welcome-home party for her first love, Nolan Pierce, he shoved me in front of everyone simply because he liked the pocket watch I always carried with me. Everyone thought Blair would at least stand up for me, her husband. Instead, she ripped the watch from my hand and gave it to Nolan. "He likes it. Let him have it." For the first time, I lost control. I rushed forward to snatch it back. Seeing my reaction, Nolan laughed and tossed the watch into a pot of boiling broth. "Is it that precious to you? Then fish it out yourself." Blair stopped me, her voice cold with warning. "Don't ruin Nolan's night over some worthless pocket watch." But I wrenched myself f

He tilted his head and said in a cool voice, “Found guilty in court? Maddie, how much faith do you really have in our justice system? You think it’s fair? It’s a game—one the powerful know how to play. You really believe your husband’s family hasn’t used the law to dodge consequences? Doesn’t it ever strike you as strange how they’ve stayed untouched, despite everything? All the pain they’ve caused, the messes they’ve made? All the shady business they’re into? No charges. No jail. Nothing.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone growing darker. “They’ve got people in the right places—politics, law enforcement, government. Power like that doesn’t come clean, Maddie. They know the law inside and

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she murmured, "it's okay. We don't need guns to win this fight." For a moment, she thought he might argue. Then, with a barely perceptible nod, he reached into his jacket and handed over his weapon. Sofia and the others followed suit. As they entered the warehouse, Sofia's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. A large round table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by chairs occupied by the city's most powerful crime bosses. All eyes turned to them as they walked in. Vincenzo Rossi, the newly appointed head of the Rossi family, stood at the head of the table. His lips curved into a smirk as he saw them. "Ah, the Morettis grace us with their presence. And look, they've brought a lawyer.

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

The socialites who used to kiss her feet now avoided her like the plague. In the world of the Moretti family, those who betray the blood oath never have a happy ending. Dante knew the rules better than anyone, so he was personally acting as the executioner, carving up the rest of his and Sophia’s lives, one stroke at a time. He thought he was avenging me. But he didn't realize that I simply didn't care. My phone vibrated again. It was the final message from The Cleaner: [Dante Moretti has stepped down as Don indefinitely. He moved into a derelict lighthouse near the cliff where you jumped. He waits there every day.]

The days passed as if nothing had happened, but I no longer felt as happy as before. One day, Lorenzo decided to bring me to attend talks with the ancient Cecile Island family, the Cecilia family. He claimed that it would help me take things off my mind, but I knew that he only wanted to have the perfect Don image. A Don who cared about his wife and family.. Sofia, as the Don's Consigliere, naturally went along as well. She donned a wide beige trench coat and flats with minimal makeup on. She looked every bit the smart and professional woman that she was.

I wouldn't be able to handle that. I stomped up the stairs on a mission to fucking destroy something. The night was calming down and reality was coming back to me. Bolzico fucking ambushed us, took another one of my men, and left us a fucking mess. His entire family was burning alive for this shit! I was done with politics and rules. I was the Don and we would have no more enemies because they would all be dead. As I walked into the kitchen Sol was sitting quietly by herself with a bowl of soup. I'm sure she was fucking exhausted but I was too angry to care right now. Then I saw her sway a little and she fell out of her chair.

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”

He called again and again, each time ending the same way. He grew anxious and opened the trash folder once more, then carefully read my message. [Eight years of obsession and four years of forbidden desire end here. I'm no longer your secretary, and I don't love you anymore, Don Valeri. We'll go our separate ways, and never meet again in this life.]