The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

he said, his tone shifting to something darker, more triumphant, “I have a special announcement. One I think you’ll all find... interesting.” The silence that followed was suffocating, every second stretching unbearably. Then, his next words hit me like a sledgehammer. “Pedro Nevarro is dead.” My breath caught, and the world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head as the weight of his declaration sank in. Luca’s voice came again, colder now, filled with a sick sense of triumph. “And I,” he said, drawing out each word with cruel precision, “am the new Don of the Nevarro mafia gang.”

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."

Gladis mutters, “You’ve got the hot Don all to yourself and now a secret admirer?” I frown. “What exactly does ‘Don’ mean, anyway?” She sighs like I’ve just asked why the sky is blue. “You see this building?” She gestures around the club. “And the others like it around town? Let’s just say they’re part of a… network. Don Rafaele runs the La Corona de Sangue mafia ring.” I blink, the words barely sinking in. “He’s not just some club owner. He’s one of the most powerful men in Sicily. Maybe the most powerful. Everyone knows who he is, but no one dares speak against him. People vanish for less.”

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

And I've always done so. My father wasn't your average father. He wasn't caring, or loving, although he tried to show me that he loved me in his own way. His major concern was the Mafia, where he was the Don. Always busy. Recording kills. Collecting debts. And it was inevitable; papà made it clear that he expected me to follow in his footsteps. And personally, I looked forward to that day.

I walk towards my chair with a determined look and to begin handle the paper work, concerning the mafia business, totally forgetting the change my bloodied shirt and pants. “Luciano its five pm, are you not leaving for the dinner with your wife anymore? “says Damien looking at me amused, as he stands at the big brown wooden door, with a bag in hand. “don’t give me that look Damien, the fact that you guys wouldn’t do your jobs properly, always leave me with a lot of things on my table to tidy up and get sorted. Anyways thank you for the information, but should have come to remind me about the dinner a lot earlier.” I say as I grab my suit jacket.

thinks the Don. The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a point that his Woman frowns upon, but in her gentle way, for she is a Buddhist and these ideas go against the grain for her. But more pertinently, Proserpina Delano is aware that her annoyance in this matter will not count. So the Boss continues his dealings, but most of the travelling to settle the deals is conducted by his eldest son, Piers.

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

His large hand slid to the back of my neck, gripping my hair to hold my head still. I pushed against his solid chest. I kicked his legs. He used his massive weight to pin me against the sink, crushing my body against his. I tasted salt. A warm tear slid down his cheek and mixed into our kiss. I widened my eyes. The ruthless Mafia Don was crying? He never cried! His large hands trembled violently against my skin. It was a kiss full of absolute terror and desperate, sick obsession. I refused to fall for it again. I bit down hard on his lower lip.