Romans & histoires Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Reviews

But the air shifted, heavy, charged, as if the universe had decided to test me. I kept my head down, finished my meal, and excused myself to the washroom. That’s when I saw him. Giovanni stepped out of the men’s washroom, his voice low, sharp, arguing with a young man — no older than Luca. The boy’s fists clenched, his jaw tight. Giovanni’s men weren’t with him; he must have thought the restaurant was safe. The young man swung. Giovanni sidestepped, smooth, practiced. But when the boy tried again, Giovanni lost his footing, stumbling against the wall. The boy grabbed him, fist raised, ready to strike.

But first, I had to get to the root of an issue. I looked at Matteo who was still standing there. "Have you heard about the rumours Luca Manno happens to be spreading?" Matteo nodded. "He says Don poisoned him because he wants to take over his territory." I shook my head. Luca Manno was a big fat liar, he handles only minority territories while my father's power cut across various states so what would my father need his crumbs for? I needed to go to the root of this all because soon I would take over my father fully.

"And more." Ricardo would not stop at Don. He would want to control evrything and everyone possible. "But it doesn't work that wa, Kai. You can't just be Don." I replied after a few beats had passed. There were a few ways to become Don. You had to earn it. And Ricardo had no means to earn it, unless he wanted to go on a bloodbath. "Besides, we are on different teriitories." The door opened and Dante walked in, shutting it and going to collapse on the sofa, looking like he had done a hard job. "What?" he asked when I eyed him. "Go on like I'm not here."

His cavalier answer grates on my nerves. "Our world is one of violence and bloodshed, Kaiden. Betrayal and crime. With the prince taking over so suddenly it was only right to stir shit up. Think of it as toughening you up. Every Don needs to experience mutiny, it builds character." Kostas finishes and allows his gaze to drop from the ceiling. I laugh incredulously. All this was because he was bored. I expected something more vindictive so this feels a bit anti-climactic. I laugh till tears leak from my eyes at the total bullshit of it all while Kostas watches me like I've lost my mind.

Patrick from Economics. Patrick with his floppy hair and easy smile. Patrick who thought he was so smooth. Patrick who had no idea I was using him to scratch an itch before some mafia dinosaur could claim my virginity as a business asset. "Your body is currency," Julio had said once. "Mafia men won't value used goods." Fuck that. Fuck him. I wasn't going to save myself for some wrinkled Don who'd treat me like property. Though technically, that's exactly what happened anyway. Just with a younger, hotter, more psychotic Don.