The Don Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

But all she saw was the reflection of her own fear, amplified in the mirror of my own torment. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to compose myself, my voice hardening into the icy tone of a true mafia man. "I'm the Don of this Mafia. You're in a mafia home. When I'm in Los Angeles, Marco takes care of things here. I don't like to be too involved in the mafia, that's why I decided to open up my different businesses - The Enterprise, the club, the casino, and others. I only come back here when the issue is immense. Like right now. A man named Dmitri, a rival from the Russian mafia, wants to bring the Italian mafia down. He’s already started with the company, but he’s coming for us, for the f

'' I say, looking Aiden dead in the eyes, hoping this is a joke. '' Dominick Costello is the Don of one of the most powerful mafias in the world. A long time ago, my family and Dominick were really good allies. We were a family. Back then, we were the most powerful mafia in Italy.'' "Wait a minute." Did you just say we?'' ''Yes, we.'' ''You're telling me that I work for people who are in a mafia,'' I say with a shocked look. ''Yes, Elly. Please calm down. You don't have to panic.''

“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.

“And the Don isn’t called the god of death for nothing, princess. I decide who gets to scream my name in pleasure… or in pain.” Don? The single word crashed over me like a bucket of ice water even as my pussy clenched hard around his fingers. “You’re… you’re a mafia boss?” I whispered, shock and raw terror flooding my veins. He tilted his head, studying my face like a predator savoring prey. “Tell me, princess… does that scare you? Knowing the man knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt is the king of the underworld”

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?"