The Don Novels & Stories

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious. Why should he mention this Don guy right when his keys were stolen? Did he have anything to do with Enzo? I knew it was pointless already, but I wanted to know who I was up against. To know who I was indirectly helping unwillingly. I minimised his current page and minimised. I went to his files and typed 'don' in the search bar. One thing I knew about Rodrigo was that he loved to keep his work organised. There has to be a folder assigned to Don and all his activities...

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

◇NO POV◇ Don is busy in company with his works, he decided to complete all the pending work as he needs to go on a trip for a week he is making sure everything that there'll not be any disturbance in the trip While he is busy in work, dhiren came inside, don smiled while looking at dhiren, he sat in the chair before and asked "what happened? Why you called me to come? Did something happened?" Don replied "I'm taking lamb on a trip for a week, take care of the company in my absence" dhiren nodded his head and said "don't worry I will look after the company"

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

she said, taking his cock back into her mouth. Don looked wide-eyed at Duncan, who winked. "Feel free," he said, nodding. He glanced over at Donna, who was still looking wide-eyed at his cock. He stroked his dick idly, his hand moving slowly up and down as he looked from Donna to Kara and back.

, he chuckled to himself referring to Antonio. *** Don was heading back home feeling tipsy after enjoying his friend's gathering and getting drunk. He managed to walk out of the gathering and on his way home, he sighted Anthony about to cross the road. " Oh thank God! I'll just tell him to help me home", he said, relaxing back to the pole, hiding from Anthony, " I can't let him see me; he might take another pact if he knows I need his help." He grinned at his wise decision drunkenly when he heard the screeching sound of tires and a loud thud.

Edward asked to take a seat because he felt this was rather going to be a long chat to his displeasure. “ I have heard some stories but I know for a fact the first two, Henry and Roland, are not happy with the turnout of the event and they want the position of Don, which is controlled by Carlson and Kerlson. While Carl is the don, his business is handled by him and his twin, they share it so well you could think they are both Dons” Robert replied with a smile but Edward felt he had more explaining to do.