Main Hoon Don Novels & Stories

So he went beside her and posed for a selfie with her smilingly. Looking at him from the camera she again started singing "Jaha mein jati hoon which chale hoon. Chori mere dil mein same hoon Yeh toh bata ki tum mere Kaun ho ". ( Famous old Hindi movie song, which means wherever I use to, go you follow me, you are stealing my heart, tell me at least who are you to me ) " Brother " zaheer who was watching his girl from distance, reached thereafter he saw Siddharth going to her.

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.

God knows what's going to happen then. But I stared blankly at the screen. I asked for a few days to do whatever I want. As a Don, I get to do whatever I please but this time— it's different. Talking to Holly briefly about her family and childhood, her desire to travel and not settling in one place appeals to me.

"No need to worry, Don Valeri. I'm just a secretary." For a brief moment, his chest seemed to tighten. He stepped into the rain and gripped my hand. "Tonight was my fault, but I can't lose Sofia. Whatever you've suffered, I'll make it right. Don't be stubborn." I yanked my hand free and took a few steps back. My voice was calm and flat. "Don Valeri, you must be joking. How could I ever be cross with you or Ms. Costa? I was naive before and didn't know my place. From now on, I'll remember I'm just your secretary and won't disturb you again. Are you satisfied?"

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

Still, she didn't run. That was something. I straightened up and turned to face the crowd. "My name...is Isla." I began, projecting my voice just enough to carry across the growing silence. "From the Isla Moretti Foundation, we have come here to help. Food, supplies, medical aid... anything we can provide. I know this may not fix everything, but it’s a start." A few people muttered. Some looked away. Others just started walking off, unimpressed. Disinterest hung in the air.

None of it mattered. All that mattered was Alessandro. He is mine—he’s right here in my car—receiving the best sex ever.

His voice was a blade, cold and sharp, as he spoke into the secure line. Raven wanted to reach for him, wanted to say something to pull him back from the brink, but she knew the look in his eyes too well. This was Jaxon the Don. Not the man who kissed her slowly in the dark hours of morning, not the man who whispered words she didn’t know how to believe. This was the man who commanded legions, who carried death in his palms and didn’t blink at the cost. She hugged her knees tighter and whispered to herself, "don’t lose him to this rage."

Then came Daphne's sobbing. “Donna, to dodge the blame for hurting me, you'd tell a lie this clumsy?” “The men barely touched you. How could you be bleeding?” “Or is this your excuse to get to a hospital, so you can slip away and the Don can never find you, and you never have to pay back that thirty million?” The second Daphne finished, something slammed against the door from outside. I jumped, and the pain in my belly spiked, like a knife twisting inside me.

The Don’s voice. Not the former Don. Tonight Romano Virelli was the Don again. Standing beside his son. “We bring her home,” Romano said. The room absorbed it. Victor was already on the phone. Dante was already working. Matteo appeared in the doorway — he had been in the next room, close enough to hear, far enough to give them space — and looked at his brother. Luca looked back. Matteo said nothing. He crossed the room. He sat down at the table.