Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Reviews Novels & Stories

Luca was utterly undone. In the first thirty seconds of his son’s life, this tiny human had dismantled every wall Luca Virelli had spent his entire life building. The ruthless Don, the man who had ordered deaths and burned cities for power, felt his chest crack open with a love so fierce and protective it stole his breath.

"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?"

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

Suddenly, the crowd parted, making way for someone who walked in as casually as if he were strolling through a fivestar hotel lobby rather than a trashed, rundown apartment. The man wore a dark gray threepiece suit that looked immensely expensive, even in the dim light of the flashlights. His leather shoes gleamed as he stepped over the door debris without hesitation. His face was sharp, with a strong jaw and eyes as black as soot that radiated absolute dominance. Matteo De Luca. Noah swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert. He recognized that face from the thousands of articles and files he had just hacked. The Don himself had come to catch him.

She would be made to pay first though, his eyes flashed manically as the last vestiges of his sanity left him and his mind tipped over into complete madness. ‘Dov'è mio figlio? Voglio che lo faccia. È giusto che il mio erede distrugga il mio nemico! Ricardo, il mio ragazzo. Venire! Il Padre vostro vi comanda. Ci godremo questa cagna inglese insieme’ [Where is my Son? I want him to do this. It is right my heir destroys my enemy! Ricardo, my boy. Come! Your Father commands you. We will enjoy this English bitch together] He rubbed his hands in glee and the Guards looked at each other worriedly, someth

His voice broke entirely, and the sound of it—the Don's voice breaking—was the most terrible thing I'd ever heard. "Let you what? Fall in love with her? Claim her as your woman?" Alessio's smile was bloody now, his lip split against his teeth, but he didn't stop smiling. "You took everything from me, Dante. The empire. The title. Our father's respect. I spent twenty years in exile while you sat on a throne that should have been mine. And now I've taken something from you. Something you can never get back." "You're a monster." "No. I'm a ghost. And ghosts don't have to follow the rules of the living."

Dorian slammed his fist on the table again. “That was a f*cking different things. Nellie was not some filthy sl*t ….unlike your so-called wife, who got knocked up by some pathetic stranger,” Dorian burst out at Luka, and his choice of words for Esme were enough to fade that calmness from Luka's demeanour. Tears stung Esme's eyes, whereas Kyler and his mother silently enjoyed that argument between Luka and his father. Dorian stormed towards Luka. “Do you even whose f*cking low blood child she has given birth to or who knows…how many fathers her daughter ha….” Dorian couldn't complete his sentence as Luka grabbed his throat and slammed his head on the table in front of them.

And besides that he closed his heart for emotions such as love, a long time ago and went only in search of the female species when he was in need of one. Famous Italian mafia Don, notoriously known as the "Angel¨ (of death!") depending on the situation!.... 36 years of age, a handsome devil with the smile of an angel, if he wants too! Smoldering orbs who could make women's panties drop in seconds by a mere look of his, a sharp stumbled jawline, short dark hair in the neck with some longer strands on top of which women often loved to grab during sex…. A greek body to drool over with toned abs and a v-line to linger your

"Mr. Moretti, please... I can explain-" "Explain?" Luca's laugh was cold and sharp. "Explain why you thought you could skim off the top of my shipments? Explain why you believed you were smarter than me?" He stopped in front of Antonio, towering over the cowering man. The scar on Luca's cheek, a souvenir from a knife fight in his youth, seemed to glow in the dim light. "I-I'm sorry, boss. It won't happen again. I swear on my mother's grave-" "Your mother's still alive, Antonio." Luca's dark eyes glittered dangerously. "Let's not add lying to your list of sins tonight."