The Silent Don Novels & Stories

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

Please, let my love be safe with our child. The bastard on the screen leaned forward, and linked his palms together, mockery and seriousness in his eyes. "It was fun burning your warehouse, bombing your ship on your little date, and watching you and that little whore run around in circles. Looking for me? Here I am, Don. Oh, I forgot, you are useless now." Useless... Helpless... The words banged into my head, mocking me to shit as I struggled to move my stupid stuck body. Fucking hell! "Wh...the fuck are you!..." I managed to say, heat pooling in my skin with each attempt I made to move my lips.

Considering his appearance, it made me laugh that he was such a big wuss. Sylas blew out an exasperated breath. "Fuck out of here, Don. This is ridiculous." Don snapped his gaze towards me, fuming now. "Give me back my money, you whore." He pulled his gun out from the inside of his jacket, pointing it at me. "Or what?" I taunted. You're treading in dangerous waters, Elettra. "Shoot me. You won't get your money whether I'm dead or alive." Don's free hand clenched into a fist. The gun was already cocked. I watched as his finger moved in-front of the trigger. Everything was happening in slow-motion.

The silence was worse than the gunfire had been. I stood at the shattered bar cart, surrounded by broken crystal and the metallic tang of spent ammunition, and listened to the penthouse breathe. Dante's men moved in quiet currents around me—sweeping glass, securing the hallway, dragging the last of Enzo's failed assault team toward the service elevator. No one spoke to me. No one looked at me directly. I was the Don's woman, and the Don was gone, and that made me something between royalty and a widow in waiting.

"She's not a prisoner, Don." "Yes, she is." I turn back to the screen. "She is exactly that. She is exactly what I need her to be." Marco is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, his voice is lower. "They would talk. And if words goes out to the capos–" "Let them talk." "They're saying you've gone soft." My laugh comes out cold and short. The sound echoes off the walls of my office like a gunshot in an empty room.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

And this time when she looked at him, he didn’t see the dark anger that had sparked so often since their reunion. The moment came to a shrieking halt a second later. “Matt! What are you doing here?” The feminine voice rang out over the secluded area, making him wince and Savannah jump in surprise. He glanced up to see Leila Donavan bearing down on their table and he muttered an appropriate expletive under his breath. As she approached the table, he rose to return her greeting. He brushed a polite kiss over her cheek when she presented it to him and tried to extricate his hand from hers when she grabbed on to it.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!