Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

Since being angry with Tony might be dangerous for him and being angry with Papa now that he was dead was pointless, he’d turned his anger towards me. The representatives there from the other two families were both Capo’s like me. Donatello “Donny” Martello ran a crew on the east side and Nico Gallo, ran a crew on the West. They both said hello and Donny told me how sorry he was for my loss. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about my father or Lucio but I accepted his condolences.

Her hands were on his, delicately preventing him from brandishing the weapon against the offender who was now currently apologizing profusely. Donovan's eyes were still on him. "You dared to mistreat my wife. You." His voice was disturbingly calm. The manager's face remained pale as he tried to form words but before he could respond, Standfast, Donovan's loyal companion, stepped forward with a determined glint in his eyes. Without a word, Standfast delivered a swift, decisive blow to the manager's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground with a cry of pain. Blood started to fill his mouth. Donovan looked on in satisfaction. Somehow, he was glad Boma had held him back. He didn't know what he

“She dislikes burgers.” “You’re kidding.” He checked to see if she was. “What kind of kid doesn’t like burgers?” His partner shrugged. “She’s a special little girl.” Don Donati wore a dark Armani suit. His hair was combed back, neatly. He was fit and looked capable of taking most people in a fight. When he let the officers in, he sent his bodyguards away, knowing they were unneeded. “So Leroy is dead, huh? That’s a shame. Give Alfero my sympathies, will you? I heard he was fond of that one.”

“I know. But I still don't think that Giovanni has anything to do with it. No matter what, he is not that empty handed to actually be sending a woman for something like this. He would rather come himself. He sent his daughter once, he's not going to send another protégé. Especially not one that he does not even know. “No,” he said, turning back to face me. “I don’t think you do. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be standing there hoping for a moment of peace. Wolves like us, Damon, don’t get peace. We get silence before the next storm.” “I’m not blind,” I said. “But I’m allowed to hold onto this moment. Just this once. I have a mate. A daughter. A Luna.” His expression didn’t soften, but ther

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He turned back, picked his suit jacket and wore it. “We do not know yet, maybe the Mexicans” Ryan replied, fixing his black shirt that got all wrinkled up. Alex stopped what he was doing to look at Ryan “You know how much I like my stuff to be handled with care. That was why I put you there, unless you are tired. Fix it Ryan” Alex said as he left his presence Alex Donatello, the CEO of Donatello groups by day, the leader of the largest drug syndicate in the world at night, The American drug cartel.

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

“Kill him.” “Desmond!” Olivia clutched my arm, pleading, but I couldn’t chance it. The guys lurched forward, a couple of them shifting as they attacked Victor. Only Iggy and I stood back. I needed to protect Olivia at all costs. I wouldn’t fail in protecting her again. Olivia buried her head in my arm, unable to watch. I brought my other hand up and stroked her arm. Victor was holding his own, though, against all of them. The shadows lashed out while his nails elongated, and he tore at all of them. He was far more powerful than he was before. Consumed by his hate.

She couldn't kill him. “Why? I'm a murderer.” Casper pressed her hand tighter on the gun, making her lift her head from the pain. Casper was the CEO of the Blade Towers. He controlled the Dons. He was a very dangerous and powerful man. At that realization, she regained her mind and dwindled from her fears.