Novel & Cerita The Don Italian

He wore a Richard Mille on his right wrist and a Rolex on his left, with a glamorous and expensive customized chain, with the word 'DON’ engraved in it, resting on his chest. Don Fabrizio Colpani. He walked slowly but purposefully towards the two Mexican thug heads, with Lucca and the rest of his entourage coming behind him, disregarding Carlos’ and Di Stefano's raised guns. When he stood directly before them, he proceeded to say in a voice that carried authority: “Good evening, hermanos.. I… am Don Fabrizio Colpani.. Head, lord, and master of the Uomini Marrone.”

The King roared getting impatient. “Several gangs that are reportedly not part of Asentrix are there, according to reports. Italians are among them, and if the commissioner is correct, there may also be Russians seeking for new ground to conduct their illegal activities should they have decided to seek new territory here.” “He thinks there is something going on that is much bigger than anything they can handle alone. The Italians essentially have a lot of authority in this country, and it has gotten out of control. Aggression against them might be a major issue, the commissioner has made it clear, if this is not handled correctly.” In addition, the king’s advisor spoke.

But for now, we embraced the tranquility and joy that Italy had bestowed upon us, savoring every precious moment in each other's company. As news spread of the Italian Don's capture and his subsequent confession, the dynamics within the Italian Mafia underwent a significant shift. The power vacuum left by his downfall was swiftly filled by a new Don, someone who held different values and principles. It was a refreshing change for the Italian Mafia, and a newfound sense of integrity and honor began to prevail.

“So what do I do? Are they more dangerous than you are?” I huffed, arching a brow. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” Enzo’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Of course not, you’re the most feared Don home and abroad.” I shook my head. “You’re in luck that they’re one of my allies. I’ll have a word with Nero falchi and organize a meeting.” Nero falchi–black falcon, was the don of La falchi gang. He ranked the second most feared mafia boss in Italy as of last year, while I ranked number one.

, Dolores asked. “The one from Italy, mama”, she said. “Okay, and so?”, Dolores asked as she picked up her glass of wine. “And so? Mama it’s not any random old Don. He is young and has the face of a god. You should see him mama”, Lima said in a dreamy manner. “Okay, I see. You have a crush on this Don. I will see what I can see about setting you up with him”, Dolores said and took a sip from her wine.

This was the same man who almost had his dick up in a woman not up to an hour ago. Marco dismissed the everyone apart from Carlos. "Why are you looking so amused, this is not funny. The chances of them attacking is very, E Dio sa se sanno cosa stiamo consegnando nel carico, fanculo l'ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno. è questo" Marco said unable to finish his sentence and Carlos said. "Ayyy Andrà tutto bene, abbiamo sempre un piano, possono venire saremo pronti per quelle fottute fiche.." He said.

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

Fina “What do you want me to do, huh?” I snapped in Italian, my voice echoing through the living room. “Vuoi che io resti chiusa qui dentro per sempre?” Do you want me to stay locked up in here forever? Rita sighed from where she stood beside the couch, arms folded tightly across her chest. She was pissed at my action. What did she expect? Even the Don knows he married a stubborn wife. “That was not the move, a Donna makes,” she said carefully. “You don’t just step out like that when orders have already been given. Those men work for Dario. They don’t work for you.”

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

His fiancée was one lady boss there. “You can call me Mr Barbieri, Miss Sierra,” Francesco replied holding out his anger. The girl was insulting him by calling him by his first name. He was the Don! DON of the Italian Mafia and they both acted as if it was nothing! Sierra nodded at that. “Francesco,” She once again called him by his first name making him fume inside. Had he been a cartoon character, smoke would have been coming from his ears.