Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

"I just can't help but think about my pa every time I see those scoundrels." ‌ Carlos patted Donatello's back, offering a friendly gesture. "We'll make sure they pay for what they did, partner. But we gotta be smart about it. A rattlesnake strike is swift and deadly, and that's what we're aimin' for when the time is ripe." ‌ With the comical cowboy's support, Donatello felt a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. "Alright, I'll try to be patient, but they won't get away with it forever."

Benito screamed and tried to grab her, clutching at her skirt. Casey kicked him away and turned back to the table. A struggle was taking place as Renaldo desperately tried to leave the table while two of Reyes' men held him down. Santiago sat stoically drinking wine next to his brother. Casey knew he was her age. She'd done her homework. She might have admired his bravery, might have even allowed him to live for his simple audacity, except he'd known of the hits on her family and she'd traced countless others to his name. Children. He was a child killer.

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.

Alex found out there was evidence or information somewhere that could help him lay total, undoubted claim to the throne. Alex, who had been friends with Ryan from way back, instructed Ryan to find it for him on the condition that he would be the second in command after Alex took the throne. Young Ryan got intel on the escapades of one of old Mr. Donatello's associates, who was in support of the Mexican cartel. Ryan tracked him down to one of the slums in the city, but it seemed he was too late.

“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.