Young Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

The urn looked the same as before, but what was inside wasn't mother's ashes at all—it was protein powder! Marcus and Ryan were stunned too, both looking toward Josie. Josie immediately teared up, crying pitifully: "I'm sorry, brothers. I just couldn't bear to put the Duchess's ashes in a garbage dump, so I hid them in the basement storage. But I got too flustered and spilled the ashes. I was too scared to touch them, so... so I replaced them with protein powder. I meant well—the Duchess was so kind when she was alive, she surely wouldn't blame me."

I remarked. "That is not all. The real question is, who is Dane?" The picture was replaced with a dark silhouette figure with a big red question mark. There was no doubt in my mind about Kale being the one who put the entire video presentation together. "Dane lives a double life, while presenting an image of a humble wealthy man to the world, in the other he is a brutal drug lord who runs the New York Mafia organisation and in the crime world, he is known as Dane Grayson"

But all of a sudden, she flinched because the servant of the palace announced the arrival of the young duke of Von Heinlein Duchy. "Announcing the arrival of the duke of Von Heinlein Duchy, Maxwell Angelo Von Heinlein!" The servant announced loudly. The nobles stared at the door where the servant announced the arrival of the young duke. Some of the nobles were amazed by how calm the servant was still even though the young duke was just behind him. But little did they know, inside the servant's mind, it was already screaming for help and that he wanted to run as far as he could from the young duke.

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

"W-We need to hurry, Duke! I don't know what time it will start." Duke gave me a deadpan look, not seeing me believable in his eyes right now. "W-What?" I asked in confusion, not knowing what his stares mean, until it slowly sank into me. "Oh!" I blurted out before I bit my lip again. How silly. Of course, Duke knew when it'll start. He's the mafia boss of the Myers's clan, anyway. And currently the top of every other clan in the mafia. I grimaced at myself before I slowly sat back to bed beside him and he was quick to pull me around his arms again.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

“Uncle Duke…” “Daddy…” Duncan and Ninian spoke at the same time. Harold, who had the least control over his composure, also walked forward. He said, “Dad, Everett’s condition…” Duke glanced at people around him, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. He indifferently said, “Why? Are you afraid that I’ll kill him?” George and Alden looked very calm. George even rolled his eyes at Harold before he indifferently said, “Hal, I never knew that you’d be so concerned about Young Master Everett.”

I am twenty and Harry is twenty-five. We are part of the Moretti-Jacksons. My momma is the heir to the DeNucci family, my dads yes you heard that right, I have more than one. One is Dante Fanucci, and he is a mafia Don and owns numerous businesses. Then you have my other dad who is Dylan Scythe Steele, who is the acting president of the Prince Of Darkness MC.

Dennis roared with anger. John Dutch laughed with anger, "You are still a child Dennis, you can't do anything. Do you know who I am? I am a deadly Mafia and I have killed so many people with my bare hands and I don't care about doing that to my own child!". Dennis was shocked, he has seen his father murder so many men in front of him and deep down, Dennis knew that his father is brutal and can kill people without any blink of an eye. "Just know that you will regret this because I will never accept you as my father, never!" Dennis swore.

I start but Richie cuts me off. "The next time, I will start with that little boy of yours, what is his name? Dante. I will skin him slowly, chop his little limbs and send them to you as boxed gifts. Imagine the look on your little wife's face when she opens a box filled with your son's chopped hands," he let out and I drop the call. "You son of a bitch. This man is an imbecile," I shout as I press the phone in my hand, looking so mad I could swear that my face was already so red.