Novelas y relatos de The Don

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

Naturally, don also noticed, and he instantly pulled Anna behind his back and said softly, "Wait outside first, you can enter after I make sure that nothing is wrong." Anna nodded. Don was ex- navy seal officer, so he was attentive to his surrounding and was skilled in combat. He lightly turned the door handle, there was no sound at all and the door opened just like that. Anna’s face darkened, don gave her a hand sign, telling her to be careful, and then entered first by himself. Whereas Anna waited anxiously at the door, not wanting to hinder don she cooperated well and didn’t make any sound at all. However, she only stretched her neck to peek inside upon suddenly hearing the sound of fight

There was a loud cheering and clapping. "How very great of you, Donn." Aiden clapped twice and Donn's facial tone changed to anger. But also a bit of fear. Donn feared just how much power this strange man held and what he could do if he crossed him, but he still wasn't ready to loose his ground. Aiden on the other hand, had heard of the high and mighty Donn at the lower rings of the central city. More than half of the things he'd heard weren't nice, so he did not like this man.

Basil smashed him as he stood up, but his fist just bounced at the thousand fats of Don's body. "Damn you," Basil sounded disgusted and Don gave him an upper cut that made him flew in the wall again, "Argh!" he shook his head when he felt dizziness. "What now? I thought you're going to kill me? I'm waiting." Don said sarcastically. Basil grimaced in his bigheaded and talkative mouth. He was having hard time to defeat Don because of too much big and too much fats that is protecting his whole. Suddenly, his forehead knotted as he realized the grenades in his belt holster. Get ready fucker! "Hey yo! Little fat ass!"

Don asks. “Ohh, I heard your friends call you Don. There are a lot of Dons in this world. It is not like you are the only person in the world with the name Don. Anyway, I think you should go home. Your jacket is worth more than my whole year's pay,” I say. “My name is Dante Angelo,” Don says. “Then why the hell do they call you Don? Shouldn’t take all you Dan?” I ask. “I am Don Dante Angelo,” He says as if it were important information.

Just waiting for a reaction like he had time to dissect every expression I made. I stabbed a piece of chicken so hard the plate clicked. He finally spoke. “Let’s get this over with.” I frowned. “Get what over with?” “My rules.” “Of course,” I muttered. “You look like a man who memorizes rules the way other people memorize phone numbers.” He didn’t react. Not even a twitch of amusement. “Rule one,” he said calmly. “You don’t leave the property without me.” “That sounds like imprisonment.” “It’s called safety.”

His wife was given little to no attention, and the physical and emotional torment eventually killed her after Mason was born. Mason started training at the young age of four, to use weapons, to fight, to be ruthless and to be evil. “Boss.” One of Don's men called, walking into his private chamber. “The goods have been held in San Diego, and they have refused to let it go until you arrive.” Don let out a grunt. “Those greedy bastards,” he rose to his feet, “I'll be damned if I don't make one of them bleed.” “Is the jet ready?” He asked.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

Piero replied straightforwardly while I scouted over to the driver's seat. "Van Dranen." I called and he grunted, shifting comfortably. "Thank goodness, you're alive. Come on, get out of the car." I pleaded as he managed to wrap his arms around my neck, struggling to stand. "Pensavo fosse solo l'uomo in macchina? Chi è lui?" I didn't understand what that meant but he wasn't talking to me so there was no need for me to bother. "It appears that we made a wrong theory. I asked for footage of the club and well…" Piero stated handing a tablet to Marko, and irritation filled his expression as he violently tossed it back.

Dante noticed and passed it down to me. “Alvardo Manchester is his name right?” He asked her. “You know him?” She looked excited. More like she wanted Dante so say something good about him that would lift her ego up. “Who doesn’t. He makes it to the headlines every week.” Dante said and I saw her fist clenched under the table. “What do you mean?” “Nothing much. He is good at what he does. He is a good negotiator too. I commend him for that.” “Right. I am going to have just another wonder son in law.” Dad bragged after Dante said that.