April X Donnie Novels & Stories

He's giving me puppy dog eyes does the treachery never end? “Listen," He starts deeply, leaning into his arm. Leaning into my lips. “I'm a little obsessed with you. And...I want to get to know you better." “I don't think that's a good idea, Nikolai," He grins breathlessly, taking my hand. “Why not? We're almost perfectly matched. You are a Queenpin in the making, I am Don in the making. We don't have to have any secrets, any boundaries...we can just...be. Don't you want that?”

All that mattered was the man at my side, walking into the heart of his grief with every ounce of strength he could gather. He wasn't just here to pay respects. He was here to say goodbye. And no matter how long the walk felt, I'd be right here, every step of the way. The moment we stepped into the crowd, the whispers began. Muted glances, subtle nods. A hush rippling through the sea of umbrellas and dark coats as Dante Moretti, the Don made his presence known among grieving souls. It wasn't just surprise. It was tension, quiet and tight like a held breath.

Irena spoke through a soothing, sweet voice while offering food to a disturbed man and his two teenage girls. A man named Donnie was one of Irena’s captives. Irena’s men abducted Donnie and his daughters from their house and imprisoned them. Donnie wanted his freedom, but he had to fight and kill 2Pac in a tournament to gain freedom for himself and his daughters.

She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my face for a second, like evaluating a display piece. "I heard you two... were together for seven years? That's a long time... for a girl like you." She smiled politely. "But he's getting married now. Chloe, you're a smart girl. I don't care about the past, but moving forward, I don't want you two to have any contact whatsoever." I lowered my eyes. "I understand." I knew my place. She was the only daughter of the Conti family. The future Donna. I was just a wildcat kept in a gilded cage for seven years.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

Hearing the door open, Elena screamed, scrambled off him in a panic, and grabbed a shirt to cover her body, her face flushing red as she explained: "Ivy! Don't... don't misunderstand! The Don is injured. I... I was just helping him dress the wound on his chest!" Alexander frowned. He hadn't even bothered to push Elena away. He looked up at me, his eyes showing the annoyance of being interrupted. "Aren't you in the middle of a divorce tantrum? Why did you chase me all the way to the boat?" I let out a cold laugh and threw the file onto the table. "What? If I didn't come, how would I know that treating the Don’s wound requires a bikini?"

Once, at a family gathering, Marco announced in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved most, and so I would be the one and only Donna in the family. He would also introduce me to others at various social events, showing off how wonderful I was. Thinking back on all the good things he had done in the past, I calmly stood up. I didn't even have the slightest urge to read the comments. Before, when I saw posts like these, I would throw fits, demand an explanation from Marco, and make up every excuse for him.

He looked unkempt, nothing like the man he'd once been. The moment he saw me, surprise and delight flashed through his eyes. "Maddie, I can't believe I finally found you here." I looked at him calmly. "Mm." "I know everything now." Adrian's voice was hoarse. "I know Julianne was at fault. I'm sorry." It was rare to hear him apologize. I felt nothing. I'd only gotten together with Adrian because he often visited the Conti home. My room happened to be close to the formal sitting room.

“Unless you lied to me.” “I’m back from the dead, fucker,” Xander growls. I glance at Xander and explain, “He came in a week or two ago asking me on a date, and I kept saying no. Then I found out he went on a date with April from the coffee shop, and when she wouldn’t sleep with him, he gave her a black eye and a busted lip. He’s apparently been up and down the street, chatting up all the women.” “Hey now,” Bernie chuckles. “Don’t go spreading more lies.”

Moore. Chuckling, I place my palm on her shoulder and exaggeratedly whisper. “Jeez, kid, way to sell yourself.” April crosses her arm across her chest and mutters back. “Just letting them know before they seal the deal.” She waves her hand at Mr. Moore again, “Don’t want to get Mr. M’s hopes up in case you ask for a refund.” Everyone laughs. April’s definitely right about being a handful. “We’re sure.” Tate and Chelsea reply in unison.