Clyde Donovan Novels & Stories

"I gave the eulogy. How are you?” "I know. I'm sorry. I had to disappear." "Why?" We sat. Frank remained standing. Elowen noticed him. "Who's he?" "Frank Costello. He's... helping me." Elowen’s eyes widened. "Frank Costello?" "A Mafia boss, yes." "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Meshack." Elowen looked between us. "What the hell is going on?" "Please I do need your help. It's about Dr. Chen."

Davien’s P.O.V Donovan Griffins and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I cannot exactly recall how we got about to befriending each other, but let’s just say that man had been the persistent one since day one. While I’m more of a recluse and prefer my own company most of the time, Donovan is more outgoing and quite the womanizer. With his playful ways, I still wonder how he’d even managed to pull through law school and even rise to prominence as one of the most highly decorated divorce lawyers in the country. Who knew that one day his chosen area of expertise would actually come in handy?

Another full day had already passed since Andrew had left Chetvine. "Alright, time's up." Inside the Lloyd family base, Donovan slowly opened his eyes as he rose from his chair. He was already 80, and although his martial skills had long stopped advancing, the sharp light in his gaze was still intimidating.

" I braced myself. "You were trouble," Donovan said curtly. "You and your team. You were pushing too hard, intruding where you didn't belong. The Cullen family had secrets, and you were just so set on finding them out. I couldn't have that. So I did what I do best—I eliminated the trouble." My stomach twisted. "The blast," I whispered. "The ambush. Your teammates" Donovan shook his head, completely unflappable. "That was all on me. I thought it out, planned it, and made sure that when the smoke had cleared, your entire team was killed."

The door swung open. Donovan stood there. Relief, so profound it was dizzying, washed over me. Donovan, Ronan’s head of household. A mountain of a man with a shaved head and a permanent, stern frown. He was dressed not in Lancaster black, but in dark, tactical gear streaked with dirt. In his hand was a combat knife, its tip dark. “Donovan,” I breathed.

“I’ll do it.” After Sky’s voice fell, a person stepped out from the crowd. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s. He wore a black suit and did not look like a martial artist. Instead, he had the appearance of a successful businessman. It was none other than Donovan. Donovan inherited Winston’s True Energy and had become an eighth-ranked grandmaster. He had been tormented since his one-sided defeat at the hands of Tobias. After Tobias died, he never found the chance to prove his strength or bring glory to the Blithes.

“He’s ten.” There was a knock at the door just before Donovan walked in. “Sorry. I’ll come back.” “Don’t worry.” Celt told his brother. “We’re just commiserating how stupid men are.” “Oh, damn, we dumb." Donovan said walking in and closing the door behind him. He smiled as he walked over to the desk. “Shit, you’re the Devil. I just binged some of your fights. Whoever the idiot is, beat the hell out of him.”

Hell, Amber herself had masturbated to his pictures many times before she ever set foot into his penthouse and got to experience the real fucking thing. “I’m Grayson Godwin. Thanks for you and your family helping my friend Leo. I greatly appreciate it. And if there is anything I can do for you in return, please let me know.” Donovan was easy on the eyes himself and had a nice collection of muscles peeking out his t-shirt. His blond curly hair skimmed his shoulders and his eyes were grey that pretty kind rarely achieved naturally, but often through contacts. He also had impressive teeth for someone born in a ghetto with limited access to dentists.

I answered him truthfully, and he mouthed an "oh, releasing me. "Alright then, can you do me a favor?" He asked, and I licked my bottom lip. "What is it?" I asked and he smiled. "Thank you for asking but I would like to know if you can stay as far away as possible from Michelle?" My lips parted in shock. "What? Why?" "Because you are trouble for him and not fit for him. You are the Bride or is it a mistress to the most feared Mafia Don in the world?" He replied and my blood turned cold.