The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

Luca's voice came through. "Yeah." Alejandro's eyes swept the room calmly as he replied. Damon sat on the upper gallery overlooking the club, his aura tangible, cold, and dominantly untouchable, dressed in a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing the hard planes of his sculpted chest. His hazel eyes remained fixed on Alejandro from where he sat, tracking his every movement with unsettling focus. "Damon controls the most dangerous mafia syndicate on the East Coast," Agent Luca's voice crackled softly through the communication chip hidden inside Alejandro's ear. "Arms trafficking, narcotics, human trafficking, all wrapped beneath the façade of a billionaire philanthropist."

"Yes! Mama Vivian is right! Poor ladies love to daydream!" Vivian patted Angelo's head proudly, then turned to me with a look of triumph. "In case you've been living under a rock, we answer to the most powerful Don in New York now." The scar-faced goon chimed in, showing off his pitiful knowledge. "She's the wife of Don Dante Moretti himself. The Donna of the most powerful of the Five Families." "The Don runs everything from Brooklyn to Manhattan, arms, drugs, casinos, it's all his call. But he's crazy about his Donna."

“Bye, Wifey.” He dragged the word out because he knew it annoyed her. She stood at the entrance of Rowan Justice Group, the law firm where she worked. Her face fell into a deep frown. She accepted public attention when it came from her job. She loved her wins. She loved the praise. She loved the fear she put in white collar criminals. But she wanted nothing to do with the attention that followed Dante Moretti around. Her colleague Bruno almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Dante’s car pull out. “Tell me that is not the Dante Moretti. The one with all the strange whispers. The mafia root guy? You actually married him?”

Rodriguez continued, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment to his second in command who was sitting next to him. Rodriguez could easily be described as the most powerful Mafia Don. Ruthless sounded like a word meant for child’s play when it came to describing how he could get. Everyone that offended him, never lived a day to tell the story and full grown men quavered in his presence. His reputation as the most dangerous man to ever cross paths with, preceded him wherever he went. He spared no one that dared to do wrong by him any mercy and till this day not a single soul lived as an exception to that rule.

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

Then I looked up the word Don. My search engine said that a Don was the head of a mafia family. I wasn’t really sure what exactly the mafia did, so I looked that up. My eyes widened the more I read. I finally cleared the search history and closed the browser. I wondered what the numbers I was looking at really represented. Was it bribes? Murder for hire money? I closed my laptop and leaned back against the bed, a minor headache starting and a little nagging in my stomach. In my heart I didn’t think Nicco was bad, but that’s not what G00gle said. I closed my eyes and tried to think, but instead, I fell asleep.

I say. "At least everything is in the open now, and Enzo knows where he stands with all of us. I hope he realizes that we will not play his games. I have already talked to all the Dons in the Italian Mafia. None of them wants to work with Enzo. They all think he's a little bit crazy. The Dons are behind us as they know that we are the best for the Italian Mafia. We only have the best interest at heart for the Mafia. Everybody is making a lot of money, and nobody wants to lose it. The Dons know where they stand. We have always been open with them and will not let anybody come between us and them. The Italian Mafia is a strong unit. Yes, some Dons do not want us to be in charge. They are usual

None of them had made me feel like this. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I drained it in one gulp, welcoming the burn that spread through my chest. I needed to get a grip. I needed to remember who I was. I was Dimitrio De Luca, Don of the most powerful mafia family in Lazio. I had killed men with my bare hands. I had burned rival families to the ground. I had built an empire from the ashes of my father's death and Giacomo's betrayal.

“Wow. That was interesting. You told Caterina off. I am impressed. Lavinia said. “I just corrected her perspective,” I replied. “And you changed ours also,” Chiara said. I raised my eyebrows at her. “We thought you were like…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say next. “The mafia's,” I completed for her. “Everyone is scared of your boyfriend and we just don't want to make you angry.” A laugh escaped my lips. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Yes. Everyone knows Don came back with his girlfriend.” “Wow. Words spread fast here,” I said and they nodded.