Donna Leon Brunetti Books In Order Novels & Stories

The evening breeze toys with the hem of my skirt. Eric Bellini—the new Don whose very name can silence the East Coast's underworld for three whole seconds—is now carefully adjusting the lapel of my coat with the same hands that once signed blood-soaked pacts and pulled countless triggers. His touch is so gentle it feels almost devout. His fingers brush against my collarbone, sending an almost unbearable jolt through my veins.

He averted his gaze and quietly read through a letter that was perfectly folded on his lap. Leila quietly pressed herself onto the other side of the car, few inches away from Stefano. She hid her face behind her hands and wept softly, resembling a hurt child. How could her life take such a horrific turn in just a few minutes? Yesterday, she was preparing for work, and today, she found herself forced into becoming a don's possession in his mansion. Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks as the thoughts of her yet to come suffering played like a thriller in her head.

“I didn't find anything, I promise.” “You found something, Giulia,” his voice was firm. “What did you find?” “I swear, I didn't find anything. You can check, your stuff is intact,” I said with pleading eyes. Leonardo smirked. “I love this.” He stood up and walked to where I stood. “Why don't I just kill you? You keep stepping on my toes.” “What then happens when Don Antonio comes back for me?” I asked with raised brows. “He's not coming back!” Leonardo roared.

Then, without another word, he’d shoved his half eaten lemon ice into my hands and run off. It was the first kindness I’d ever tasted. Ten years later, I was still starving for it. The day Antonio came back, I was scrubbing blood from my fingernails when I heard Father’s voice through the study door. “Moretti’s arriving at seven. Keep Livia ready. And for God’s sake, hide Selene.” My heart lurched. Antonio.

"You said I came here to dirty the place? I don't care if I dirty it. I could blow this dump up and it would have nothing to do with you." He ordered his men to drag me out. They planted several kilograms of explosives right outside the old apartment. At his command, the place that held our only good memories from the past was reduced to rubble. In the light of the massive fire, my tears wouldn't stop falling. Vincenzo stared at the tears on my face. His anger faded. His voice turned cold. "Elena, what do I have to say to make you understand?" "I gave you the title of Donna. I let you live in the Long Island estate. I put bags worth tens of thousands of dollars on your arm. Even the clothes

The Moretti family had one unwritten rule. To officially take the reigning Donna’s place, the Don’s new lover had to command her three times publicly—and be obeyed without question. The day Raffaele Moretti brought Gianna into the council chamber, she gave me her first order. “Take off your wedding ring and put it on my finger.” The entire family waited for me to lose my mind. After all, I had fought at Raffaele’s side through eight years of bloodshed and helped the family’s bastard son become its Don. Everyone was certain I would never bow to Gianna. But without a word, I slipped off the ring and slid it onto her finger as every capo watched. Raffaele leaned back in his chair at the head of

It’s now my turn to look on in confusion as his words slowly register. “We hadn’t announced our engagement yet” I tell him. “I’m sorry, I don’t think you understood” Vic says finally reaching the front of the room “Alessiano has accepted my intention with the new Dona of the De Leone family” as he says this the doors open again and in walks a pale looking Demitria. Her arms slung over a tall Asian man with shaggy hair and skin covered in tattoos all over his exposed arms and neck. “Baby” I say laying it on as thick as I can “Fuck, baby I thought I’d lost you” I push past a few men on my way towards her.

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

As I concluded I had escaped from the trouble, another complicated issue erupted. "Where is the Betta?" He asked, turning to one of his Omegas. "I could testify that I saw him this evening sneaking to the guest's quarter, but I don't know what he intended to do anyway." Alpha Enzo's Omega replied, changing my mood instantly; honestly speaking, if not for the fact that he was not in my pack—if not that I was a visitor there—I would have strangled him immediately after he remarked. "What would even lead you to a state like this in your pack, to talk of someone standing you on the road like this and throwing unnecessary questions at you?" My wolf muttered.

It offered a brief distraction from the turmoil brewing within me. I was lost in my thoughts when Anthonio's quiet presence interrupted my solitude. He joined me by the poolside, his footsteps barely audible against the soft murmur of the evening. He informed me that he had gathered as much information as possible about Don. Anthonio spoke of Don's private and enigmatic nature, but I found it hard to focus on his words. Anthonio's concern was evident as he gently probed, asking what troubled me. I brushed off his inquiries with a dismissive wave, claiming it was nothing of importance. But Anthonio persisted, sensing that the root of my distress lay deeper.