Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

“if I don’t stop this now it’s still early, there would be a repeat of this incidence, and our enemies will make a mess of us. No one, can mess with the Martello’s and go free. He should be thanking his stars he’s still breathing, and this is because the shipment was found, nothing was missing, and my deal with the Russians went through. However, pray he speaks up and tells me who he works for, or else you will be picking up his bloody body parts off the floor since you care so much about him Damien.” I stare at Damien for a while, till he cowers a little, breaking my eyes away from his, I proceed to kick my prey hard in the spine “I need you talking asap” I say after picking up the chain sa

Casey reassures her. Heather is amazed at how confident Casey is in their ability to take down his father. The more she learns about Liam Sullivan, the more impossible it seems to defeat him. He has been working with the Irish Mob for nearly his entire life. No one has even attempted to go after him for the past three decades. He has powerful friends in every corner of the city, but Casey fully believes they can stop him.

And Donato had just crippled him like he was nothing. The gunshot made Jesse's knees buckle. Zane's large hands caught his arm from behind, holding him upright. Jesse forced himself to straighten. He suddenly remembered who Donato really was. Donato was a monster. The most dangerous man in the city, and Jesse had forgotten that. He had poked the tiger numerous times, called him names, slammed a door in his face. And Donato had let him. Edoardo wept, desperately trying to drag his bleeding body backward across the floor.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

Milana looked around “I bumped into Logan Donatello yesterday close to Professor Kai's office and was kind of rude to him. That was how my screen cracked” Belle's mouth was left wide open in shock, she closed her mouth and opened it again. “You already met Logan Donatello” “Well yes” “And you were rude to him?” “Kind of” Belle sighed, she started to think that the chance of her friend working there is now 50/50. From the things Belle heard about him, she doubts such a man will tolerate any form of rudeness especially from a university student. Logan was the favorite amongst the 3 grandsons of the head of the Donatello family, he was not just anybody.

I didn't want my emotions to get the best part, so I kept everything inside. The men who led us to the mansion stood still as footsteps someone steeped in. Finally he appeared. Everyone was still and quiet. His appearance was a little bit different from what Carlos had shown me. For starters. He had a stronger build. His grey hair wasn't that much and his grin was not as sharp as it looked but the scar on his face was the same. So this is the Scarface. The treacherous Donatello Luigi. He whispered in the ears of the men who brought us in. I tried not to look too hard, not to draw any attention. Spies were easily detected by how inquisitive they could be.

They exuded calm auras, and their gazes were cold. Next to them, Channing did not have the courage to assume the arrogant mannerism despite being the family’s heir, while Taylor treated these two people with immense respect. A middle-aged man about 40 years old stood behind the sofa with a flattering expression. His mannerism was as humble as a servant's. This person was precisely the vice chief Casey had mentioned, Callum Reese. One of the two skilled fighters from the Cadogans was trained in the Steel Screen. His defensive skills were unparalleled, and a smasher could not hurt him in a fight.

He spoilt Elena so much. "Ring ring ring..." The bell for the end of the morning exam rang, Martino couldn't hold back any longer and pushed open the car door to get out, Donatello rushed to follow. Martino's tall height of one metre nine is very abrupt in the crowd, his suit is ragged, his body is straight, and his English face attracts the parents around him to look at him, the four bodyguards accompanying him plus Donatello surround Martino in a small circle.

Antonio replied, invisible steam escaping through his head Donatello's hand flew up, slapping Antonio across the face. "Silence!" "Don, please—" Viktor tried to intervene. Donatello silenced him. "I didn't ask you to speak." Antonio seethed, his face burning. "You're a coward, Father. You couldn't even capture the man who killed your wife." Donatello raised his hand again, but Antonio caught it, gripping his tie and choking him. The Cuban cigar fell from Donatello's lips.

After about 20 minutes, Gavin appeared at Thriving Dragon Bay with both men. One of them was called Casey Eckerson, and the other was Tommy Bane. Casey was about 30 and claimed to have learned martial arts directly from expert masters in Chinose. He was quite prim and proper in his dressing, looking like a proper master himself. Tommy, on the other hand, was plump and round. He looked about 40 and down to earth. He looked like an honest and hard-working middle-aged office worker. No one would think he was a fighter.