The Don

Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Margaret McHeyzer. All rights reserved. This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of private study, research, criticism or review permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be stored or reproduced by any process without prior written permission. Enquiries should be made to the publisher. Email: [email protected] [email protected] The Don Eliza: Ruben is my husband’s uncle, and the Don of the Sacco Mafia—he’s dangerous yet fiercely protective. Even before I married Adrian, I knew he wasn’t a good man. From the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his property. The things he put me through are what nightmares are made of. So I did the only thing I could; I fled to live with my sister, Rose. But no one leaves Adrian Sacco without consequences. Ruben: As soon as I saw Eliza in her wedding dress she took my breath away. But she was marrying my nephew, who’s also my underboss. Out of respect, I couldn’t act upon my feelings. But everything changed when he laid his hands on her, and she escaped. She’s forced to stay with me while Rose and Dominic are on their honeymoon. I know she’s been through hell, but having Eliza close only makes me want her more. With trouble brewing since Adrian wronged the family, then disappeared, my first instinct is to protect her. Despite our age gap, I’m going to make my amorina mine. When she’s come from trauma and he’s fiercely protective. Contents Prologue 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 Epilogue Hit 149 Also By Prologue Ruben The sergeant at arms stares at me stoically. Other than a tight jaw and snarl, he’s not responding to anything Dominic and I are doing to him. “Where is he?” I ask in a low voice. “Fuck you,” he responds with spittle flying out of his mouth. I look toward Dominic and cock a brow. Dominic shakes his head and walks over to the cabinet. He opens it and instantly reaches for the brass knuckles. He slides them over his hands and walks back to the sergeant. “It would be in your best interest to tell us where Adrian is.” The sergeant is on his knees with his arms outstretched and secured by chains. He looks at Dominic and snickers. “That shit don’t scare me.” Dominic lays two into him and steps back. “You sure?” Dominic asks with humor and flicks the blood off the knuckle-dusters. The sergeant spits a tooth out and shakes his head. “My crew is gonna rip you apart. Piece by fucking piece.” This guy is loyal and if he wasn’t a dirty fucking biker, I’d be hiring him to be part of my family. I stand back and cross my arms in front of my chest. Dominic straightens and cracks his neck. “I can do this for a long time.” He smashes his fists into the guy’s face, pounding with the knuckle-dusters. His next attacks are fast and unexpected, like a viper’s strike. We’ve been at it for hours; if I was going to get anything from this fucker, I would’ve gotten it already. “He’s done.” Dominic turns to look at me, a fine spray of blood smeared across my nephew’s face. He gives me a nod of understanding before sliding the dusters off his hands. “That’s it? That’s the best you’ve got? Fucking pussies,” the sergeant gurgles as blood drips from his mouth. Dominic drops the dusters, takes his gun from where it was tucked in the back of his pants, and shoots him twice in the head. Dominic returns the gun to where it was and turns toward me. “I wouldn’t speak out of turn, Uncle, but I wanted to take him further.” “He wasn’t going to give anything up about your brother.” “He’s not my brother,” Dominic replies with disgust. “He lost that fucking right.” He wipes the back of his hand across his face. “Marco.” Marco is never too far from wherever Dominic is, and it gives me comfort to know he has such a loyal soldier and friend. Marco looks to the sergeant and shakes his head. He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Any good?” “Nothing,” Dominic replies. “Fucker.” Marco stands back and tilts his head from side to side as he stares at the corpse in my shed. “I’ll get Frank.” Once Marco has left, I clap a hand to Dominic’s shoulder. “Come. Maria has made cannoli, if we don’t eat them she’ll be upset.” Maria is my devoted old cook. “Besides, it’s best if you wash the blood off your hands and face before you go home to Rose.” We head out of the shed and make our way toward the house. “If I left the blood on, it would make Rosa quite happy,” Dominic says with a wide, proud smile. “Come.” As we enter my house, Dominic breaks away to use the washroom, and I walk toward my office. “Maria,” I call when I see she’s not in the kitchen. I hear her footsteps along the marble floors. “Si,” she says and enters my office. “Two coffees, and bring some of the cannoli you’ve made.” Her eyes widen as does her smile. “Si, signore.” She backs away from the door with a small nod. “Mr. Sacco,” she greets as she passes Dominic on his way out of the washroom. “Hello, Maria,” I hear his pleasantries. He appears at my doorway and knocks once. “Come in.” I gesture for him to enter and sit on the sofa opposite to where I am. The blood on Dominic’s clothes is prevalent,