The Don Italian Novels & Stories

“Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.” “Why doesn’t he think much of you?” I asked, trying not to seem as desperate for his touch as I was. Domenico was the leader, and every man in that space gave him respect and didn’t question any order he gave. The way he interacted with Roman, their shaded words and tense atmosphere. There was history there. “Because he is the son of Giovanni and Renata Ferrante, and he believes that makes him above everyone else. Like I said, I heard the whispers, the plans they had for you. I wasn’t going to touch you, but as they were talking, you began to change.”

’ [No, this time he was not going to lose her, she had to understand his reaction had been perfectly normal for a red-blooded Italian male, he had been jealous that a man, especially someone like Cameron, had raped his woman, even it it had been brief and ended in his losing his life. Determined to sort this out with her he headed out and got into his scarlet Maserati MC12 flipped the hood down and sped across the island to her villa skidding to a stop at her front door with a shower of gravel spurting from his wheels.The gardener huffed in annoyance, damn Grand Don thought her could do what he liked, well he would have a word with his Boss, the Donna, she would put him inn his place. He wat

chris 's pov i am currently in a meeting with three other dons which constite the four dons .The four dons were created since the the beginning of the mafia and it contains the four most powerful mafias. The Italian mafia which is I, the American mafia stephano Gonzalez, The Russian mafia Nickolai volkov and the Irish mafia Leonard Peterson. "Chris what exactly is your plan at this point because we except you to get married soon tne stability of tje four dons" stephano said looking at me sipping his whiskey .

Seeing Donato standing there, speaking gently to his mother, was strange. Very strange. Margherita studied him for a moment. There was something familiar about his face, she had seen him somewhere before. But where? Then Donato introduced himself. “I’m Donato.” Margherita’s eyes moved over his face again. “Donato who?” Donato looked at her calmly. “Donato Del Sindacato.” The room remained silent. Daniel’s face changed instantly and Alessandra looked at Jesse. Margherita froze. The name was not one she could forget.

Six-foot-three, dark brown hair, a custom-tailored navy suit. And an ancient family crest pinned to his lapel. Lorenzo’s blood ran cold. "The Don of the Ricci family," he spat, the name like poison on his tongue. Matteo Ricci. The current Don of one of the oldest mafia families in Italy. And, for the last two years, my lover. "Elena?" Lorenzo looked at me in shock. "What is this?" I looked at him calmly. "We've been divorced for a long time, Lorenzo."

she whispered and Jordan replied with an agreeing hum. “But in his case, Leonardo did that because he didn't want to be a part of the mafia world. Leonardo's father, Emiliano Fernandez, is the Don of the Italian Mafia — a clan which, as at then, was the biggest Mafia empire ever known in all of Italy and countable parts of the world.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

"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?"

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

the Don continues, “nothing can stop this city from prospering. And so, I’d like to acknowledge the two people who will make all of this possible. Where is my son?” He smiles—warm, expectant—but the smile falters quickly when Dante doesn’t appear. The Don turns back to his assistant, murmuring something low and furious. I can’t make out the words, but the assistant scrambles to speak into his headset. A moment later, there’s movement in the back. A small commotion. Security escorts Dante into the room. And wow. There’s no denying that Dante Luciano is hot. God-like might be more accurate. He’s tall, with tousled black hair, an olive complexion, and a swimmer’s build. His presence hits like a