Raph X Donnie Novels & Stories

And she knew she couldn't keep her fears hidden for much longer. The weight of her father's struggles and her eerie encounter hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud waiting to unleash its fury. *****The Bianchi Estate ***** "Did he agree to the offer?" his deep voice echoed through the lavish study, sending a shiver down the spine of his messenger, Giovanni. Giovanni swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "N-no, sir. He refused." The mafia Baron’s gaze narrowed, his eyes piercing like daggers. "Refused?" He repeated the word, his voice dripping with venom.

Safe within the walls of the Delano fortress, Roxanne continued to paint. Ria Delano had come to visit her assortment of nieces and nephews with her daughter, Daphne. The gap-toothed little girl was a bundle of mischief, with the trademark blonde curls and grey-blue eyes of the Mafia Don’s grandchildren. It was Ria who had stated the obvious. “Van Dyke will not be back for another fortnight, Roxanne,” she had said gently as she studied the wan, drawn face of the young woman who was in the kitchen, drinking coffee listlessly.

She said, giving me a puppy eye. Cassandra loved the money and would do anything for it as long as she got your consent of course. She would never force her lust for money on you but she does hint at it. “You've got a nice body. And a nice ass.” I let out a small chuckle, twirling a bit for her to see. “Sorry Sandy. You know better than anyone. I'm not here for the money, just the life. Love you.” I left her there, moving from table to table, weaving through swaying bodies and spilled drinks. My phone buzzed in my apron pocket, but when I glanced at the screen, it was just a message from my best friend, Alina: Don’t get into trouble tonight.

"I heard she's Don Ferraro's fiancée. Yikes, what a mess." "Why pity her? They call her La Pazza for a reason. She went after Sofia—his stepsister. Big mistake." "Any girl near the Don ends up wrecked. Poor Sofia..." I cracked my eyes open. One nurse froze, then bolted. "Doctor! Ms. Carlson's awake!" Adriano stormed in seconds later, eyes cold as ice. Sofia clung to his arm, smug as hell. "This is so you, Cassie," he said. "Always a burden."

"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.

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"

I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi. "That's good news. Raising a child alone is difficult." He flipped to the last page of the document and pointed at the signature line. "But you're the Don's private secretary. You've had access to the main estate's ledgers, guest lists, and several important channels. According to the rules, your resignation and clearance release must be signed by the Don himself." I nodded and took the document back. Of course it needed his signature. Without it, even these seven years wouldn't officially be over.

** Dante ** Nico had gone quiet, which made me more nervous than his threats ever did. "You're spiraling," Alessandro said from the kitchen. "I can hear you thinking from here." "Something's wrong. Nico doesn't just give up." "Maybe he accepted defeat. The families backed us, he lost support." Alessandro brought me coffee. "Or maybe you're paranoid." "Paranoia keeps people alive." "So does living. Actually living, not just surviving." He sat next to me. "The wedding planner called again. We still need to finalize the ceremony details."

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

“To the new Don and Donna of our family.” The applause was scattered, polite, but heavy with tension. He placed the glass down, retook my hand, and guided me off the stage. Music filled the hall once more, breaking the silence. Strippers climbed polished poles in the corners, drawing eager eyes, while waiters weaved between tables with trays of expensive wine. Leonardo led me around the room, making introductions, shaking hands, exchanging smiles that never reached his eyes. By the time we sat at our table, my feet ached and my nerves were frayed.