The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom. Before these men kidnapped me. I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there.

The child I held on to let out a cry, calling my attention that I was gripping his arm too hard. I glared at him and felt guilty when he whimpered. Poor kid didn’t deserve my anger. The man who ought to bear the brunt of it all, stood a few meters away, nodding at something some dude was bragging about. How could the public believe that someone as cold and heartless as that was donating to orphanages and doing charity? It was obviously a front. All pretense just so he could continue his shady mafia dealings right under the noses of everyone. “What the hell is that smell?” A very familiar nasty voice that I had come to hate almost as much as I hated Luciano’s annoying face.

I spent my days painting, walking on the beach, listening to music, and talking to the baby in my womb. There was no betrayal here. No pain. Just me and my child. It's been a month. They've probably given up the search by now. --- Meanwhile, in New York... A dark cloud hung over the Ricci estate. Alessio hadn't eaten a proper meal in a month. He was a shadow of his former self, thin and gaunt. His eyes were sunken, his face covered in stubble. The handsome, imposing Don was gone. Gianni didn't look much better. He had dark circles under his eyes like he'd been in a fight.

she whispered and Jordan replied with an agreeing hum. “But in his case, Leonardo did that because he didn't want to be a part of the mafia world. Leonardo's father, Emiliano Fernandez, is the Don of the Italian Mafia — a clan which, as at then, was the biggest Mafia empire ever known in all of Italy and countable parts of the world.

I asked, raising my brows at her. "He's a Don…sometimes, he could be a beast." She was right. If Don was angry or not in support of a topic, he could be the beast you never expected him to be. I nodded in agreement. "After all this is over, maybe you can brief him then" I ate a steak. "Why do you think these people are after Don anyway? This is why the mafia business is so shady and unsafe."

‘Ever the dramatic,’ Tony thought sarcastically. He reached for the silver spoon and knife— Then deliberately dropping the knife. TING The sound echoed like a gunshot in a quiet cathedral. Then, to Tony’s surprised and everyone else in the room— The Don smiled. Then total silence. Maria clutched her dress. Franco shifted nervously. “And who is the real mafia here?” the Don said in his thick, gravelly Italian accent. Like the kind that you only heard in villainous films. Tony shrugged. “You taught me not to bow to anyone, old man.” he said coolly, he was now slowly reaching for a bottle of wine

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

Lorenzo asked. The three of our mafia are allies, so we help each other in times of need. "I met her beating one of my club's managers," I said. "Then what happened? She is feisty, so I am sure something happened when you walked in," James said. "Of course, she threw daggers at us to distract us from catching her. She knew I was the Italian Mafia don immediately she saw me," I said. "She knew since it seemed to be part of a certain mafia," Lorenzo said.

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.