The Don Italian Novels & Stories

It was useless trying to fit in here. She placed her hand on mine and said, "Don't worry, we have other people who speak Italian but they are not from here. For example, a second in command of the Luciano family was once from Scotland." I sighed in relief. "Who was that man we met outside?." I finally decided to ask. "He's the Don of the Luciano family. He manages the northern part of Italy." I shake my head and asked, "He's dangerous?."

"Signorina Monic. We weren't expecting you today." "I don't need to be expected. I'm family." Carmela says nothing to that. She just waits. "Is Luca here?" "He's occupied." "Occupied with what?" Her hesitation lasts only a fraction of a second. But I catch it. "Business," she says finally. "The Don has much to attend to." I smile. It doesn't reach my eyes. "Then I'll wait." I turn to leave, then stop. A woman is walking down the corridor toward us.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

His face turned red, but he adjusted his posture as if I hadn’t meant to insult him. “Watch your language!” he said. “Am I wrong? I’ve never cared how you guys look at women, have I?” I took a deep breath. “And should a matter like this be discussed in front of the Don’s representative? Come on!” They were staring at each other now, at least I was reasoning logically. The representative of the Italian cathedral wasn’t here without reason. He wasn’t directly under the Italian mafia, but their relationship was very close. The head of the Italian cathedral was related to the Don through a different father, so their lineage wasn’t far off.

That growling voice made Esme and Luka turn their head towards the door, and Luka's jaw clenched by seeing that person standing at his door. His father….Dorian Salvino, along with his wife and stepson.

"Clau, you look beautiful in that dress." I couldn't help blushing a little. "Thank you, Alessandro, shall we go?" We arrived at one of the most famous restaurants in Italy for its Mediterranean food, everyone was watching us, now I realized that it was going to be impossible to keep this marriage a secret. "Mr. Lombardi, let me offer you a white wine to accompany your meal." "Go ahead." "If you need anything else please don't hesitate to call me, we are here to serve you, I am retiring."

“I may not speak Italian, but I know good and damn well what ‘bella donna’ means. Get your smooth-talking lips off my woman.” Laughing, the restaurateur clasped her hand once more in both of his, then he patted Duke on the shoulder again. “All is lost, mio amico, for in love, you cannot compete against an Italian.” “We’ll just see what your wife has to say about that, shall we?” Duke laughed.

Alfredo said. "Now, he is no longer one," Mario said. "That's right," Candela said. "Who is the new Don then?" Dante asked. Mario smirked at him. "You?" Dante asked. Candela spoke up. "That's not..... " "Yes, uncle. I am the new Don now. Don Mario Morelli," Mario said, looking at everyone. They all shared a confused look. "Seriously? You think you can be the Don just like that?" Dante asked.

Piero replied straightforwardly while I scouted over to the driver's seat. "Van Dranen." I called and he grunted, shifting comfortably. "Thank goodness, you're alive. Come on, get out of the car." I pleaded as he managed to wrap his arms around my neck, struggling to stand. "Pensavo fosse solo l'uomo in macchina? Chi è lui?" I didn't understand what that meant but he wasn't talking to me so there was no need for me to bother. "It appears that we made a wrong theory. I asked for footage of the club and well…" Piero stated handing a tablet to Marko, and irritation filled his expression as he violently tossed it back.

I immediately pick up my phone, laying on the night stand, I sit on the bed, turning on my data, I surf the internet for information relating to David morano. Several websites pop up, I start my research by clicking on the top one, it all talks about him being the feared assistant to the youngest and most eligible bachelor Luciano martello in New York city. Surfing through the rest, I retire to my bed calling it a night, after taking a shower.