The Don Italian Novels & Stories

“Go away now. I'm not asking you to.” “Gio...” “Chi credi di essere per sfidare l'ordine del tuo Don? Io non sopporto la mancanza di rispetto, anche se viene dalla mia cara sorellina. Ucciderei per meno.” (Who do you think you're to defy your Don's order? I won't endure disrespect, even if it's from my dear little sister. I would kill for less.) He says in his perfect Italian, bringing even more magnificence to his posture.

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

"The cars are all set and we're ready to go." "Perfect," I reply, "tell everyone to load up then." He nods his head before he goes off. I head to the car that I'll be taking with Luca and get in the driver's seat. This is a fight I'm dreading, but the funny thing is, is that I've never felt this way before about a fight. Elle is really doing a number on me. So my plan for the next couple days is to push her to the back of my mind and not get distracted to I can come back to her. Translations: figlio- son capo- boss signore- sir

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.

"Don Corleone isn't that kind of person. His feelings for you—" "Feelings?" I chuckled lightly. Then, I sent him the screenshots from Lina's feed. I continued, "See for yourself. Her contact name for him is 'Don Mio'. He gives her 50 thousand dollars as a monthly allowance, and he never misses a holiday transfer. He even stays overnight at her apartment instead of handling the so-called Brodlyn territory issue." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Marco eventually exhaled heavily. "I understand, Freya. What do you want to do? Do you need my help?"

Alessandro said, letting the neon paint his face in streaks of color. “Normal kills people,” Dante replied, eyes scanning the sidewalks. They slipped into a narrow alleyway, and there it was: a low, unassuming awning reading Trattoria Di Napoli. Inside, the smell hit them immediately—warm bread, garlic, fresh basil, and the faint tang of something rich and oily, like olive oil kissed by smoke. A waiter with a quick smile guided them to a corner booth, oblivious, offering menus without a glance that suggested suspicion. Alessandro dropped into the seat like a man who belonged everywhere and nowhere at once. “See? Just people eating dinner. We could stay here all night, and no one would ever n

I gagged as he went deeper. "You've got a small mouth," he whispered. "Imagine choking on my cock. Could you fit it all in?" I swallowed as Nikolai continued to slide his fingers in and out of my mouth, his pace increasing. "Now listen carefully," he began, watching me. "The man you've just met is Don Leo. That bastard's the head of the Italian mafia syndicate. As you can imagine, he's my arch enemy." I couldn't say anything because he still has his hand in my mouth.

Why don’t you tell the story instead? Kenzie: So, yeah, there were ninja turtles. They handed a calling card, a business card, to kuya. The name was Dax Donomie Martinelli. Hey, do you know him? He’s from Italy too. Chandler: Wow, really? I believe I really know him. He serves as the Don of a Cosa Nostra based in New York. He returned to Italy to marry his fiancée. They recently got married. I assume his wife is currently residing in the Philippines. Tell me, were they wearing suits when you saw them, and was the girl dressed in a wedding gown?

“The italian EX don, Dominic Romano, he is getting married “He said and my spoon fell on the ground, my body still as I turned to look at the man who had spoken. I could see the smirk on Ivan face as he looked at me, “Well , that's good news , who is he getting married to?”he asked, “Maybe it's one of the whores he kept around when he was Don, what's that's her name again. I think it was Harper,”Ivan said as he smiled brightly. My eyes started getting bruised by the news. My body shooked as I tried to comprehend the news, I didn’t care if it was Ivan, playing games with me. “No it's not her, I heard he is getting married to the daughter of Donna of the mexican mafia”one of the men said and t

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from