The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

Monica's voice brought me out of my disturbing thoughts. "I know as much as the fact that the moment he gets fed up with you, he'll come back to me. I will still be here. I have been here long before you, Kimberly. And I'll be here even after." I wanted to scream, to throw her out, instead I faced her. "Wait till he gets fed up then." I retorted She leaned closer, her smirk returning. "You’re his Donna? His wife?" she mimicked. "Tell me, dear Donna. Do you even know where his office is? The companies he owns? How the Mafia operates? Or are you just a pretty little placeholder until he gets bored?"

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

She had done her best to stay away from all the publicity surrounding Belinda, unlike many of the students who happily gave interviews to the press Tash kept her head down and hid herself away whenever she saw the Reporters. Nic and Lucian were the sons of Mafia Dons, originally from Sicily, who had settled in the USA and made millions. The current head of the American Mafia was Romero Galifray, the Son of one the most powerful Dons in the world. He was their Cousins, most of the Mafia Dons were related in some way or another and they were no different their fathers were brothers. Romero's father had been killed when he was a small boy and his Uncle had taken the reins until he became an adu

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 .

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

“What does he want?” Donatello was the don of his little syndicate in Detroit, who was trying to make a name for himself after disbanding from the Alfa Nove, the group of nine heads of the Italian mafia groups that were spread throughout the US. He used to be one of my father’s old subordinates, but after my father had been killed by the Bratvas, I didn’t trust anyone outside of the people I already knew would die for me and Donatello wasn’t one of them.

"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."

Andrew DeLuca. After my parents' passing, I took over full control of the businesses. I was discreet, and I needed to be, for I was the Don. The "Don" in a mafia organization is the term we use for the supreme leader or head of the criminal family, and well, that was me. Andrew DeLuca. My parents came to New York to establish businesses here when I was still very young. I didn't know anything and thought life was a game. Until I witnessed my father's death before my eyes.

“Hailey, go wipe down those tables.” “Hailey, get the drinks ready.” “Hailey!” “I’m on it!” I shout back, rushing through the hallway of Big Donnie’s Restaurant, too busy to even wipe the sweat off my forehead. Today isn’t just any day. Federico Vitale—the mafia don himself—is coming here for a meeting. The whole restaurant buzzes with excitement at the news, like the President is about to walk through the door. I hear people whisper about Federico. They say he’s the Don of all Dons, the king of the underworld.