The Don Novels & Stories

"The new detail starts in one hour. Lorenzo is already outside the door. Get used to it, *tesoro*, because this is your life now." He headed for the door. "Don't you dare walk away from me!" Isabella's voice cracked. "We're not done talking about this!" Dante paused at the threshold, his shoulders rigid. When he spoke, his voice was quiet but absolute. "Yes, we are. This isn't a negotiation, Isabella. This is me doing whatever it takes to protect what's mine. Even if you hate me for it." The door closed behind him with devastating finality. Isabella sank back onto the bed, her hands shaking with impotent rage and something that felt dangerously close to heartbreak. This wasn't the man who'd

"The cold-chain line D.S. is running through North Port is being used exclusively to move live specimens." Avery’s heart skipped a beat. "What kind of specimens?" Dominic turned around, his grey eyes locking onto hers with sudden sharpness. "You're crossing the line, Dr. Clair." "I need to know." "No, you don't." He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over her. "Instead of worrying about secrets you can't reach," he said, looking down at her, "you need to focus on staying in this room. Take care of Dorothea, and make sure your brother's medication is managed. Understood?"

And for the first time, I wondered whether I was slowly losing the people who had always been there for me. [INSIDE THE DE LUCA VILLA] “STOP!” The voice thundered through the room. Lady Don immediately turned towards the entrance. Her eyes narrowed. “And who are you to tell me not to teach my son some manners?” She looked furious. Don stood near the staircase, his expression unreadable. “I am still the Don,” he replied calmly. “And just because I gave you full authority does not make me a fool.” Lady Don's jaw tightened. She looked towards Bryan, who was still lying on the floor.

That made me nervous again. As soon as they saw Dad, they left. I was relieved when they were out of sight. After that, Marco greeted his cousin Danil Kirovsky, who had just arrived. Danil is the leader of the Kirovsky family in Russia. He came with his mother, Sarah Moretti-Kirovsky, who is part of the Moretti family too.

“Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.” I grin when I see Donny leaning against the ropes of the main ring. He’s been here since my father was still sneaking out to fight underground before he put on his fancy suits. Donny’s hair is more gray than black now, his nose is crooked three different ways, his smile is big, and he is missing a tooth. He flicks his eyes at Liana, who’s hovering near the door with her arms crossed like she might bolt any second. “And who’s this? Didn’t know you brought your girlfriends around here.”

This time it was Don who held David's hand, his eyes looking directly into his Boss's eyes. David looked at his hand, which Don held. He could feel his subordinate gripping his hand, and his eyes looked at David sharply. David could feel the murderous aura from Don. Don and Jackson have very different personalities. Jackson is a person who has a docile nature and follows the rules. Don, however, has a rebellious spirit and will not continue to fight if he feels he is right about what he is doing, and the fighting skills between the two are also very different. Don is more superior in terms of martial arts compared to Jackson. And David always ordered Don to be his main bodyguard, compared to

"This is hideous" I scoffed. "Aren't you hideous?" I asked him. He wanted to say something nasty to me, but he stopped when his eyes landed on Donavon. "You're..." he trailed off waiting for Donavon to complete his words. "Hi, I'm Donavon MacMillan, Daphne's mate" Dante stared at Donavon for a few seconds, then burst into fits of laughter amidst series of cough, he held his stomach as he tried to keep on laughing.

Carlos revealed to him. "..You dare blood sucker. Just wait still my arms heals, i will dislocate yours for what you did to mine." Don said in an angry tone. "Yeah...we both know that's not possible. Now let's talk about the matter on ground." Carlos said to him and open the bottle. "Hahahaha!" Don suddenly began laughing. "What's so funny?" Carlos ask him. "You think you have won, just because you dislocated my arm. Have you forgotten? My servants have gone to get the mortal girl, and they have probably capture her and brought her to my new domain." Don confidently said.

He knew it'll be a failed attempt, but, it wouldn't hurt to try. "You have Abaddon. It's your money's worth. If you do business well enough, influential people are there. Those men come to get women, I can tell you the best place to get the most beautiful and sweetest women. You can even get much more beautiful women than Athena, that that b*tch, Anna. She's nothin to you. Beautiful-" A loud noise cut Don's speech off and almost a second later, "Arghhhh!!!" Don let out a scream as his brain registered the blinding pain in the region below his knee.

All that mattered was the man at my side, walking into the heart of his grief with every ounce of strength he could gather. He wasn't just here to pay respects. He was here to say goodbye. And no matter how long the walk felt, I'd be right here, every step of the way. The moment we stepped into the crowd, the whispers began. Muted glances, subtle nods. A hush rippling through the sea of umbrellas and dark coats as Dante Moretti, the Don made his presence known among grieving souls. It wasn't just surprise. It was tension, quiet and tight like a held breath.