Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Reviews Novels & Stories

Jane let out a surprised chuckle, and sipped her cocktail. "Luca De Santo doesn't die. It will take a lot to bring him down,” she said. “Do you think he will come back home?" “Of course," Jane nodded. “It is his house. He will come back eventually." "Do you think he is angry?” Jane stared at me, expressionless. "The Don doesn't show emotions. No one can tell if he's happy or angry. So I don't know. But the last person that attempted what you did begged for death.”

My first instinct is to pull away, but curiosity keeps me glued to him. “When he got here, this guy was just another one. Tartarus had another favorite. Sadan. He was sick. Everyone thought the rookie would die in the first fight, no chance in a ring like this. But he just acted like a wild animal. I still remember the bite he took out of Sadan, right on the cheek. He looked like a demon-possessed beast. Blood poured like a waterfall, and he still wouldn’t let go. People were horrified. And then, when he finally released, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. So much blood that some people even vomited. And mind you, the regulars here are used to serious violence, but what Don did… was u

Even if Mona had surely received news of Juan being in danger right now, even if she was mad with worry, the prominent figures in her family would never allow her to step in and get involved in this. After saying that, Don came closer to Kimmy. Those experts beside her immediately stepped forward to shield Kimmy from Don. However, no matter how strong these guys were, they were no match for Don. Moreover, after Don had heard of the entire story, he had long entered a rampage mode. And so, Don wasted no time in beating these experts to the ground. No one knew if these experts were dead, but even if they were not, they would never live to see tomorrow’s daylight either way.

"I'm the Don. If I married an outsider then it would open the door for everyone to mix blood. We are generations of pure Italians. Our entire hierarchy is based on the purest blood. It is what makes one brother stronger than another from different mothers. The old traditional men of the families would see it as treason and would want me removed as Don. The only way I can be removed is by death." "Wow! You guys take this blood shit way too seriously." I didn't respond because despite my teachings of our ways I was beginning to hate them. I wanted Sol. My hand slid over her stomach, rubbing it gently. I could clearly imagine her belly swollen with my child and it was a deep desire of mine. She

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

The kind only men in our world could afford to have before handling a serious matter. The moment I stepped inside Don Juarez’s hacienda, I felt like I’d wandered into a telenovela fever dream. It was over the top, gaudy, and so painfully self-aware it almost became impressive. The heavy scent of orange blossom cologne mixed with cigars and the rich breath of old whiskey hit me like a wall. Don Nero clicked his tongue beside me. “You need a new architect, Juarez. Your house looks like someone binge-watched soap operas during a cocaine high.”He commented.

Fury twisted Dante's features as he pinned those men who had harassed Nina to the ground, punching them again and again until they had no strength to fight back. Screams echoed throughout the auction hall, and everything was in complete chaos. "We're sorry, Don Pierce! We won't dare do it again! Please have mercy on us!" The men knelt on the ground begging for forgiveness, blood streaming down their faces. Dante looked at them coldly. "Get out of here! If you ever dare appear in front of her again, I'll destroy you!"

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

“He was willing to kill me to get revenge on Brett?” Gianni nodded slowly. “Enzo doesn’t care about anyone. Not really. He just wants what he thinks he’s owed. Blood for blood. Power for power. He’s the youngest, but he’s always been the most dangerous. Dante was impulsive. I was calculated. Enzo… Enzo is patient. And patient monsters are the worst kind.”

A Don who allowed his mistress to get her hands on the ledgers and let outsiders trace his operations right to the family's bedrock was already a joke in himself, let alone that the clean industries originally injected by the Rossi family had been jointly seized and taken back by Isabella and Luca. Inside the conference room, several old Dons took turns smoking, none of them willing to speak first. It wasn't until the very end that the eldest among them, Alessandro Avallone, finally spoke up slowly. "Enzo, you're drowning in trouble. You can't control your women or keep your accounts in order. If this goes on, people will assume our entire circle is as chaotic as you are." Enzo sat at the fa