Novel & Cerita Doni Bobes

The security guard remained rooted, watching them as they moved on. A moment later, a Rolls-Royce Sweptail pulled into the newly vacated space. The car's body gleamed in the sunlight as Silvio— in a perfectly tailored black suit stepped out of the passenger side. The security guard bowed deeply. "Welcome, Don" he said. Silvio didn't respond. He simply walked past, his expression unreadable. The hotel manager rushed out from the entrance, bowing as he approached. "Don Silvio, Mr. Robison is waiting for you on the 30th floor”

Silvio went rigid, his laughter dying in his throat. "Silvio," Cassian said, his voice a low, terrifying whisper that resonated through the quiet room. "Do you remember the oath you took when I became Don?" "I, I remember, boss," Silvio stammered, his bravado fading under the weight of Cassian's presence. "You swore to obey my commands, you swore to respect my house," Cassian murmured, his hand sliding up to grip Silvio's hair. "And you swore to defend what is mine."

"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?"

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

“Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.” I grin when I see Donny leaning against the ropes of the main ring. He’s been here since my father was still sneaking out to fight underground before he put on his fancy suits. Donny’s hair is more gray than black now, his nose is crooked three different ways, his smile is big, and he is missing a tooth. He flicks his eyes at Liana, who’s hovering near the door with her arms crossed like she might bolt any second. “And who’s this? Didn’t know you brought your girlfriends around here.”

It's not like the old days anymore because the situation is different, Doni is still single while Monica already has a husband and children. "Boss, let's continue our field survey," said Doni's assistant. "Please order people to follow Monica. I can't bear to see her shopping with a child like that. If anything happens, please let me know immediately, and protect Monica," Doni ordered. "Okay," said Doni's assistant.

James Jones answered in a confident tone. "This is not your usual 'big project', Mr Jones. It's the project of the Domancos. I don't like unprofessionalism in my work, no matter what the matter is. Everyone who failed to meet my expectations in business has faced consequences. I, Sebastian Domanco, have trusted you in this and you failed me. Don't you think you deserve the same treatment as others? Why should we give you another chance?" Sebastian Domanco, the one and only CEO of Domanco enterprise, asked in his dead-serious tone which made James look down in shame.

A young man about 21 to 22 years old assumed a solemn expression as he looked at the injured troublemaker beaten up by his subordinates. “Are all of you working for Bob?” One of the men who was beaten up until his lip cracked said shakily, “Yes…” The young man said casually, “Very well. Bob is bold enough to order you to attack me. Does he think there’s nothing I can do to him just because he has Eden Joy as his backer?” Bob’s subordinates did not dare to make a sound. The young man sneered, pulled out his phone, and glanced at Noella’s photo on display. He asked, “Is this Bob’s woman? Hehehe!”

A young man about 21 to 22 years old assumed a solemn expression as he looked at the injured troublemaker beaten up by his subordinates. “Are all of you working for Bob?” One of the men who was beaten up until his lip cracked said shakily, “Yes…” The young man said casually, “Very well. Bob is bold enough to order you to attack me. Does he think there’s nothing I can do to him just because he has Eden Joy as his backer?” Bob’s subordinates did not dare to make a sound. The young man sneered, pulled out his phone, and glanced at Noella’s photo on display. He asked, “Is this Bob’s woman? Hehehe!”

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro