April X Donnie Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I’m afraid he’s trying for Friday. I told him no, but elaborated no further than that. If he shows up here, then he’ll just be disappointed again. Eventually, he’ll get the idea that it’s just not happening.” “He’s old enough to be our father. How can he not see how wrong that is?” Hayden came forward from the back of the library and heard their entire conversation. “Who was that?” “Xavier. He’s an annoyance we could do without. He’s been trying to get April to date him for years. Now he wants to know where all the new people in town are and what they are doing. It’s rude if you ask me.” Lynn jumped in and spoke before April could say anything. Her anger about his actions to her siste

" one of them exclaimed. "Anyone with access to all this intel would have to be part of the inner circle. It might even be someone close to the Don himself!" another said. Gisella seemed to have recalled something the moment their words fell. "Oh, that's right. Has the Donna been found yet?" she asked lightly. Everyone instantly exploded into an uproar. "Donna Silvestri has betrayed the Don before, and now she has gone missing at the worst possible moment. Who else could it be?"

She will pay for making me feel this way. I start the engine. This isn't over, little angel. Not even close. --- My phone rings as I pull out of the estate. Marco. "Don, we found something." "What?" "Anne's been working late night shifts at a club. The Velvet Room. Dancing, maybe waitressing. She's there most nights until two or three in the morning." I grip the wheel tighter. A club. She's been dancing in some filthy club for money. "Why?" "She's struggling, Don. Living alone, working double shifts. No visible support."

They edged me viciously Rocco stilling deep every brink, Dante pinching the base until tears streamed down my temples. “Hold it,” Rocco growled voice breaking with emotion. I sobbed incoherent, shattered body trembling against marble. “Come for us,” Dante commanded pulling off just long enough to speak. Release detonated violent, endless as they filled me hot, claiming every convulsion. The apartment lights flickered power surge or imagination—as we collapsed together sweat-slick, breathing ragged holding each other like the world might still try to tear us apart. Later—clothes haphazardly redonned Katarina cleared her throat from the doorway.

She kissed me then, slow and certain, the kind of kiss that made the world tilt. And I thought, for the first time in years, that maybe forever wasn’t a myth. That night, we cooked together in the villa’s kitchen. Holly chopped vegetables, Dante burned garlic, Santino poured wine like it was strategy. The staff watched from the doorway, smiling, whispering. The Don was laughing. The Don was living. The Don was in love. We ate under the stars, the sea whispering below, the air warm and full of promise. And I thought:

He'd even taken out the black ring, the one that marked the Donna. But in the end, all he did was let me look at it. Could I really ever wear it? Thinking of that, I let out a tired sigh. Just then, the door opened. Julian stood in the doorway. "The West Harbor thing. Handled?" I didn't turn around. I just reached up to slide the album back onto the shelf. But it was only halfway in when his hand closed over my wrist. His eyes landed on the album's cover, and his voice eased.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

“B&C stands for Bonnie and Clyde! You’re neither! I’ve built this business on buying and selling real diamonds! I’m not gonna lie cuz you want to get laid!” “I thought you cared about me,” Xavier huffed. “You were wrong. Now go, I got real customers to deal with.” I shooed him away. “Whatever, see you later.” Xavier sauntered out of the shop as a regular came up to the counter. I groaned. “Donnie, not this shit again!” *** Dinner was already made when I arrived home. “Sorry I’m late!” I kissed Reno before hugging my kids. Clover danced in her seat as her brother, Finch Travis Valenzuela reached out for me.