The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent as he wrapped his hands around my naked body Being the Mafia Don's wife has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.

“You thought crossing me was the best. Huh?” Bound to the metal chair, bruised and bloodied. His right eye darted round, his breathing strained. “Please Capo, I can explain—” Giving him a cold smile, “oh I'm sure you can explain E. Explaining, you will do. But first, what happened to Lealtà, to Omerta?” The dimly lit warehouse fell silent. “I want their names.” “I swear man. I don't know their names. We only communicated through books.”

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

"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?"

When Darius Rossi pushed the photo toward me, I froze. He held me in his arms and kissed my cheek, his voice still hoarse from our earlier passion. He said, "I'll arrange for you to meet him in the next couple of days. With your looks and charm, he'll easily fall for you. Gina Costa cares about her image, so once she sees you two together, she'll come running back to me." Gina was the marriage partner Darius needed, the daughter of another mafia family in Paulirmo, and the woman he truly loved. They grew up together, and he harbored feelings for her.

I apologized. “Tiffany spoke to me on your behalf but that’s beside the point now. As the assistant head of my security, there’s someone I want to introduce to you.” Don Ethan said, waving me over. I tried to move but my feet were stuck and it took everything I had to force myself to move towards the table. “I’m sure that you must have heard about Don Alessandro, the famous mafia lord from Los Angeles. He came all the way here to speak to me on several issues and we’ve quickly bonded over common interests already.”

“If you continue this downward spiral, Solonik could take over as the Godfather. You fucking know that. He has been looking for every opportunity to do so, and now you are giving him an invitation.” The Russian Mafia consisted of four families. The Ivanshovs, Pirro, Beccari, and Votto. Each family had their own Boss, but I was the Boss of them all. The Godfather. The other families were underneath the Ivanshovs. But Solonik had wanted to take over. If Damian hadn’t handed this empire over to me, he would have been the Pakhan a long time ago. And now he was looking for another opportunity, only because I’d proved myself weak.

Until now, I still wasn't sure what the cause of this war between our families was. It's been a couple of months since my family, the Romano family, one of the five mafia families of New York, have been engaged in war with the Saconne family, also one of the five. It started after the Don of the Saconne died, leaving his three sons, Tommy, Felice, and Elio, behind, with the eldest son, Tommy, taking his father's place as the new Don.