Doni Bobes Novels & Stories

But he just stepped closer, extending his hand again. "I'm Roberto." "Roberto el Demonio Cárdenas."

Like he was enjoying every ounce of what he thought was control. “Boss, I tried to stop him, he said he would wait here. I told him that he wasn’t allowed in.” My secretary said, and I nodded, knowing how Giovanni was. I couldn’t blame her. Even moving from her place when it comes to a man like him would be dangerous. We all knew he had his ways. “Damon,” he said smoothly, his eyes sliding to Sienna. “And… Sienna. You look well. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

Sergei noticed this and walked closer towards them,he took another knife…pointing it directly at her stomach. “You keep your eyes open and watch or this knife goes in. Choose wisely,” Sergei threatened. She watched. Alessandro took another finger and began to cut—this time even more slow to elicit more pain. “I’ll cut all your fingers till pain makes you forget how it felt to hold my little firecracker…to hold what belongs to Alessandro Moretti” The man cried out in pain.He screamed. “It’s Don Domenico…he sent me. My name is Robert.He said he wants his property back.He bought her fair and square. She belongs to him. He sent me,” he revealed with heavy pants between words.

“Have the boys take some of the girls to the hotel, Ryan isn’t going to like us taking his girls. It’ll provoke him to challenge me.” Bobby wasn’t sure taking his whore houses was going to make him come after him, but he wanted to do something to make him mad. He took his daughter, and this was putting the paper already in the small fire. Ryan was a pussy when it came to Bobby. Don wasn’t though, he would go to Italy and take out the old man if Bobby pressed too many buttons, but Bobby wasn’t one to do that. Ryan was told to deal with him. Don thought Bobby was dead. Don would soon find out Bobby was much alive and things would go south for Bobby.

Ryan looked like he’d just stepped off a mountain, rugged and broad-shouldered with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what Sandy was thinking. But then, the door to the truck opened, and Bobi stepped out. Sandy actually took a step back, her heel catching on a stone. He was gargantuan. A towering, dark-skinned man whose presence seemed to suck the oxygen out. His muscles were so defined they strained against the fabric of his shirt, and his face was strikingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. "Easy there, little lady," Bobi said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that Sandy felt in her chest. "Don't want you falling before the party even starts."

“I was seventeen when she was diagnosed. They gave her two to three months, and at two she was gone.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his skin. “Who are you, Domenico?” He was silent as he thought about what I was asking. “I’m la Bestia. I want to be a man for you, Ari, but I don’t know how. I’ve been the beast for so long, covered in the blood of Ferrante’s enemies, that I don’t know how to be anything else.” “There’s more to you than that,” I said. I had seen it firsthand, felt it.

He stood and strode across to her grabbing her from Janie, ‘Ascoltate tutti, state lontani da questa ragazza, va bene? Lei è mia e se qualcuno di voi si avvicina a lei vi ucciderò.’ [Listen up all of you, keep away from this chick alright? She’s mine and if any of you go near her I will kill you.] His gaze went around the room and he had pulled himself up to his full height looking intimidating, ‘Lei è la donna Dons. Quella di cui tutti parlano.’ [She is the Dons woman. The one everyone is talking about.]

He snaps his head to me. “Fuck him and his damn deal. He has just burnt our club to the fucking ground. So it is only right we pay him back in kind.” I look at the crazed look in his eyes. This is why he is Don and not me. He is blood thirsty but usually composed. But that composure has just snapped. “No, Antonio, think before you do anything stupid. Think of Bobbi. You retaliate, you risk her. Then all of this would have been for nothing.” That snaps him out of whatever he was thinking.