The Dons Contract Wife From Butcher Novels & Stories

(dante) Giulia Conti came to my office uninvited on a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of visit powerful families make when they want to measure how steady you still are after a scandal, without having to ask outright. "Dante." She said it like we were already familiar, though we'd met only once before, a while back, over a shipping contract between our families — a handshake, nothing more. "I heard about your wife. The whole city has. I wanted to see for myself how you were doing."

The entire New York mafia world knows that Don Alessandro of the Rossi family takes a brutal punishment from the Council every year just to marry me. Because the Rossi family has a strict rule: all marriages must be approved by the Council. Yet, for three years in a row, Alessandro submitted our marriage application, and every time, it was rejected! The first year, he was locked in solitary confinement for three days and nights. The second year, his back was whipped raw. The third year, he even knelt in a torrential downpour to beg for their mercy. I always thought it was my fault, that I just wasn’t good enough to meet the Council's standards. It wasn't until the fourth year that I found ou

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

The waitresses quickly took Dohana to her table and in just a few minutes, Donovan arrived and joined her. Donovan had just come from a meeting at work, so he was well dressed with a black business suit, looking handsome and manly. "Dohana," Donovan said with a warm smile, his heart skipping as he stared at her gorgeous yellow long bodycon dress, looking all elegant and ready to mingle. "Donovan," Dohana said as she nodded in approval of his stylish look. "You look handsome." Donovan blushed and took the opportunity to sit down with a straight face. "Dohana, please don't flirt. Like I said, I like you but you're my friends girlfriend… I mean wife-to-"

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"I asked a simple question. Do you want this office or not?" I regained my composure. "I want it, Caesar." Dickson was fumming in rage. He walked around and stood between Reiner and I. "Don't you dare ignore me, Reiner!" He yelled, pointing at Reiner. "And who the hell is that bitch you plan giving my office away to?" Reiner turned to face him, nose raised in the air as he looked down on Dickson. "You dare call my Darling a bitch? That's an unforgivable sin. You dishonor the woman I call my wife?"

He stood and strode across to her grabbing her from Janie, ‘Ascoltate tutti, state lontani da questa ragazza, va bene? Lei è mia e se qualcuno di voi si avvicina a lei vi ucciderò.’ [Listen up all of you, keep away from this chick alright? She’s mine and if any of you go near her I will kill you.] His gaze went around the room and he had pulled himself up to his full height looking intimidating, ‘Lei è la donna Dons. Quella di cui tutti parlano.’ [She is the Dons woman. The one everyone is talking about.]

When I parked up the Don stepped out of his car and pausing on the steps he bekonded to me to follow. “Come let’s get some dinner. I imagine the ladies are ready by now.” Don Carlos gestured as I followed him inside. I followed him to a dinning room where a woman in a green cocktail dress, her hair and make up perfectly styled was waiting holding out a glass of what looked like whiskey. I suppressed a gag at how 1950’s this all looked as he greeted his wife with a kiss to her cheek. The young man slightly older then myself and who bore a striking resemblance to Carlos I guessed to be his son was already seated to the right of the head of the table. Don Carlos looked around and I could see th

“I don’t need anything.” “Are you sure about that? It’s been quite a night.” “Tell me about it,” I muttered. “I just got traded like cattle to a stranger. Mind-blowing, isn’t it?” I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. “Correction, Aziza. You didn’t get traded. Your ex-husband paid a debt, and you,” he paused for dramatic effect, “you are the receipt, unfortunately.” “Well,” I said flatly, “you won, didn’t you?”

I watched El stand strong in front of his brother. You hit me because of her?” Don’s voice came out low and rough. His expression was one of anger and shock mixed together. He touched his lip again, more blood on his fingers. He took one step forward. His chest rose fast. “She’s my bride… my wife!” he shouted. His finger pointed straight at me, but his eyes never left Don. “Not a toy, Don Cana!” The name hung in the Don Cana. His own brother’s name, thrown like a knife. I watched Don’s hand shake a little. The blood dripped from his chin now.