April X Donnie Novels & Stories

Only helpless terror remained. "Don Rossi… and the Donna?" His lips trembled, and his eyes widened. The smugness was still frozen on Cristian's face. Color drained from him at a visible rate, leaving only ashen gray. The malicious smile hadn't fully left Tatiana's face. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. Marco's icy gaze swept over the stunned Riccardo as if he were an insect. "Riccardo Paleno, who gave you the nerve to point your finger at the Don of the Rossi family?"

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

“Then start talking.” Darius exhaled through his nose, like he’d been holding that in for too long. He reached into his laptop bag and pulled out a battered notebook, its edges curled from sweat and friction. He set it down on the counter between us. "I’ve been on this alone since January. Every leaked file, every redirected shipment—it’s all in here.” There was something different in his expression tonight. Less controlled. Like whatever he’d been holding back was starting to crack through. The pages were filled with tight handwriting. Times. Names.

Andrea nods “don't worry. It's just a dance and a dinner, dear.” Oh boy, if Ace can hear this, I would be in big trouble. It might be my head that he was gonna serve on a silver platter after all. ~ We are lined up like girls on a long line to use the bathroom in a crowded club. I can't believe people still pay for this kind of thing. Are they not content with the amount of money being donated to this charity event? I’m sure that millions of dollars can be gathered with the number of powerful men present tonight - both from inside and outside of the underworld - then why auction girls?

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

Aido didn't leave Melbir right away. Like a stubborn shadow, he appeared around Leo and me for several days in a row. He brought us a key to a new apartment, but I didn't take it. He had someone deliver documents for an education fund that would support Leo until he turned 18, and I had my lawyer return them untouched. He even personally bought a nut-free strawberry cake, trying to make up for the mistake on Christmas Eve, but Leo only glanced at it before shaking his head gently.

“And i don’t have a problem with that.” Lucas smirked. “Then what’s the issue?” Damien’s gaze sharpened. “That girl… April… is too young for whatever you’re trying to do.” Lucas blinked, then chuckled. “I’m not trying to do anything. She’s fun. That’s all.” Damien held his gaze a second longer but he was distracted by a loud applause so he walked away. As the applause echoed through the hall, a figure stood hidden near the exit, watching silently… and making a call.

Don asked with a monotonous voice while looking at him. “I don’t care, but why did you leave the organization?” X responded with his eyebrows down and clenched fists. “I just want to because I was bored,” Don replied while maintaining eye contact. X advances towards him and punches his face using his right fist. However, Don blocks it using his left forearm and kicks his forehead. But Don has fast reflexes also, so he flips backward in the air in space. When he was about to look at Don, Don appeared at his sight and could even feel his breath. Thus, his eyes got huge from surprise.

"What the hell?!" April heard the unmistakable of Knox come through the intercom She snickered and remain quiet. Almost a minute later, the gate opened, revealing Knox in casual clothing. She waved at him and stretched her lips in a too-good-to-be-true smile. He didn't look happy to see her. "It's good to see you too," April said with sarcasm. "What are you doing here?" Knox maintained his blank face. "To see my brother," April said, "obviously," she giggled shortly.

But instead of Enzo, I received a call: there was an emergency at one of his underground casinos. He had to “handle it personally.” We would have to reschedule. That evening, his assistant arrived with an apology gift—an obscenely expensive set of gemstone jewelry I didn’t need, wrapped in the Marchello family’s signature black box. And yet, the very next morning, the headline on the news made my hands go cold: “Mafia Heir Marchello Enzo Seen Shopping for Wedding Rings With His Fiancée.”