Don Winslow Books Novels & Stories

Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious. Why should he mention this Don guy right when his keys were stolen? Did he have anything to do with Enzo? I knew it was pointless already, but I wanted to know who I was up against. To know who I was indirectly helping unwillingly. I minimised his current page and minimised. I went to his files and typed 'don' in the search bar. One thing I knew about Rodrigo was that he loved to keep his work organised. There has to be a folder assigned to Don and all his activities...

"Why would you want to see Theo? Donavan, if my father finds out you are here, he will kill you!" Donavan didn't look affected by my words. If anything, he looked confused. "Theo is my cousin, Elena, and the business he signed with your father, is majorly owned by me." his words had me freezing. "What?" He had to be joking? Theo? How? Donavan walked over and stopped near my desk, a small distance away from me. "I thought you knew about it?" he lookded genuinely surprised at my shocked expression.

didn’t. Hers was nothing compared to W. F. Call’s, but hers would probably be sufficient to get her to San Francisco, where no doubt she would end up a respectable woman. After accepting a cup of coffee from Lorie, he took a look at Jake’s thumb, which was swollen and turning white. “You better be sure you got all that thorn out,” Gus said. “If you didn’t you’ll probably lose the hand, and maybe the arm that goes with it.” “I won’t lose no arm, and if I did I could still beat you dealing one-handed,” Jake said. “I hope you invite us to breakfast one of these days, to repay the favor.” WhenAugustus reached Lonesome Dove, the one street was still and empty, with only one horse twitching its t

"Don Corleone isn't that kind of person. His feelings for you—" "Feelings?" I chuckled lightly. Then, I sent him the screenshots from Lina's feed. I continued, "See for yourself. Her contact name for him is 'Don Mio'. He gives her 50 thousand dollars as a monthly allowance, and he never misses a holiday transfer. He even stays overnight at her apartment instead of handling the so-called Brodlyn territory issue." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Marco eventually exhaled heavily. "I understand, Freya. What do you want to do? Do you need my help?"

Someone had thrown down a gauntlet and expected me to dance to its tune. I pocketed the blade, sealed the evidence, and slid Joe’s wallet into a secure pouch. Then I went to the window and watched the city breathe in ignorance. They’d lit the match. Fine. I would do what a Don must when the game was thrown at his feet. I would burn the board to ash and dig down to the men who struck the first spark.

With my reputation as Don Moretti, the ruthless boss of the criminal underworld, I had managed to gather large percentage profits in almost every business, here in Vegas. From the strip clubs in North Vegas to the arms deal in the east, my name carried weight and fear. The business of terror was indeed the best business. With this new achievement, I imagined my late father would finally be happy wherever he is. I was going to make that bastard, Santos DeLuca pay for his betrayal. He would watch me gradually pull down his secret empire and build mine in his place. That was the only reason I still kept him alive. I absentmindedly played with the bronze ring on my finger, as my mind slowly drif

I turn to look at Lucy this time, and she at least has the decency of looking as though she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. “Great, you’re here. I was getting bored of your son.” “He’s still getting a knack for the business.” “Father. This man here is the reason Lowell is dead,” I spit out but do not say anything further. Every calmness I once had inside me as the leader is now gone, and the only instincts that remain are the ones begging me to pull the trigger. “And sometimes we make pacts with our demons to get what we want.” “Take a seat, Isaak and let me deal with this,” he says with a dismissive tone.

"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?"

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

The mischievous look in his eyes was long gone and it was replaced with something indescribable, unfathomable by anyone. "So that was what he was up to?" His assistant muttered beside him. "Who is she?" Draven asked, curious about the woman who could pull the ruthless and profit driven Don from an important meeting, such as theirs. "I have no idea Boss. But from what I heard, the Don had been trying to sniff out the daughter of the former Don's right hand man. The man who was said to have almost brought destruction to the empire." The assistant replied, relying on a piece of information he eaves dropped on.