The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

Maybe to remind myself of what I’d lost. Every morning, I’d wake up hoping the phone would ring. That maybe, just maybe, she’d call. But it never did. Days turned into weeks. The Mafia world started spinning rumors about why the Don of the Rizzo Mafia was acting like a ghost. My men whispered behind my back ... that love had weakened me. Love. I almost scoffed at such a silly notion. I don't know what love is but what I feel for Leona was worse than than. Maybe they were right.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

Donovan replied, his eyes fixed on my body. “I’ve helped you get to this level, and now you just want to leave me for someone else?” “Marietta is not someone else, mother fucker! I loved her, and you took her away from me, you fool!” I pushed him on his chest against the desk. But then, he pulled me along with him, causing me to lie on his broad chest, as our lips touched. “So what? So what if I killed her out of jealousy?” Donovan whispered against my lips softly.

We cannot allow this woman to infiltrate and destroy us, this ends here. This Don, who had lost his wife and four daughters, all of whom he had abused both physically and sexually, hated Juliette and wanted her to pay. He had arranged lucrative contracts to sell all four of his girls to a slave trader, and the man was extremely angry to find his cargo had been stolen from under his nose. The Don snarled at the Second and drew his gun aiming it at Juliette from a pointblank range he released the safety catch but he never got to fire it, the Second reacted quicker and shot him dead,

the Don laughed “She said she loves that Ryan Smith. The only person she needed to bring to me, she said she loves him, she was ready to kill me had I not let her go” The Don ‘’s voice broke a bit taking Ben by surprise. He had always assumed the Don didn't love Dora, not the way a father was supposed to anyway, however he was surprised to see this side of the Don, the side that showed that despite his reputation, he was only human after all, capable of being hurt

Roxy One week passed, and Dorian said nothing about the kiss. Liam and my mother spent hours alone together in his wing, and even when my stepfather was sitting right across the room, she still flirted with her lover openly. I couldn’t understand how a man as dangerous as Dorian could miss his own wife betraying him. And then there was Evander. I had tried calling him repeatedly, but his number never went through. No matter how much I investigated, I found nothing. The footage was still missing.

Her hands shake around the stack of linens she is carrying. "Where is Don Luca?" "In his study, Signorina." "And the woman? The one who was in the basement?" The maid's face goes pale. "I don't—" "You don't know, or you won't tell me?" She says nothing. I lean closer. "I am going to marry him. I will be your mistress. And you will answer my questions when I ask them. Do you understand?" The maid nods. Her hands are shaking. "The Don moved her," she whispers. "To his private quarters. Three days ago."

To him, those four seconds were the gateway to freedom. "Crap, if I'd been a second late, I'd be dead," he whispered, his voice raspy. His body still felt wrecked. The soreness in his lower back and the lingering scent of Matteo’s cologne on his skin were constant reminders of what had happened a few hours ago. Noah shook his head hard, trying to chase away the image of the Don’s hungry gaze. Focus, Noah. Focus.

*** Nonna Rosa received the news with a complicated mixture of grief and grim satisfaction, her weathered hands trembling slightly as Dante recounted the previous night's conversation, careful to include every detail about Renata that Tomas had shared. "I remember her," Nonna Rosa said quietly, something distant and sorrowful entering her voice. "I was young then, newly married into this family, still naive enough to believe love could survive men like your grandfather and father. I remember thinking, even then, that something about her disappearance felt wrong, though I never had the courage to ask the questions I suspected would carry unwelcome answers." *** "You knew," I said carefully.