Novel & Cerita Clyde Donovan

I’ve seen guns my whole life. When Mother was alive, she’d tried to shield us from Father’s life but when your father is one of the most notorious mafia Dons in the country, there’s no hiding it. When men trail you with guns as a child, your life is restricted to that reality and the freedom people think you have becomes your own prison. So, as I run today, I free myself from every single shackle that came with being an Andrei. I want nothing to do with them.

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, making way for someone who walked in as casually as if he were strolling through a fivestar hotel lobby rather than a trashed, rundown apartment. The man wore a dark gray threepiece suit that looked immensely expensive, even in the dim light of the flashlights. His leather shoes gleamed as he stepped over the door debris without hesitation. His face was sharp, with a strong jaw and eyes as black as soot that radiated absolute dominance. Matteo De Luca. Noah swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert. He recognized that face from the thousands of articles and files he had just hacked. The Don himself had come to catch him.

“So what do you hope to gain from being here with us?” “I feel like there’s a disconnect between my mind and body right now. I don’t know if you can tell but I work out a lot,” Iris definitely could tell by his incredibly prominent muscles under his shirt. “And I had a pretty bad knee injury ten years ago playing football and it’s been acting up again.” Donovan was telling the truth. Once upon a time he had been on the track to an NFL career, but a bad injury in college took that away. He didn’t have much of a fall back which was probably why he now did odd jobs and was paid to sleep with beautiful women.

Maybe I need to ask her questions by myself. ******* Donovan punished them just as he wanted and four of them died. The other five including Shirley and Owen survive. But that doesn't decrease his Anger for them at all, to him they failed the mission woefully by leaving Clara behind and he doesn't compliment that. But he's going to deal with them by himself when he's back because he's currently on his way to meet Dennis who had wanted him to come ****

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

Deep down, he knew that their words held a glimmer of truth, a painful reminder that his control over his son's fate was slipping through his fingers. Donovan stormed into his home, the remnants of anger still coursing through his veins. He couldn't fathom how those elders dared to respond to him, he is a former Lycan King, as if his authority held no weight. Donovan's pride, wounded by their defiance, refused to accept a reality where his power and influence were diminished.

“Damon told me Clyde doesn’t like her obsession over him. It’s strangling him to the core. He hates getting chained. It’s also the reason why he… uh… hated your marriage.” Then what? Irish isn’t his mistress? Bullshit. I’m sure that they’re seeing each other. Maybe it stopped when Clyde started getting busy with me. But I’m sure he cheated behind my twin’s back. “Clyde is never been in love, Yvonne. That’s what Damon told me. He’s focused on his own goal. Women are just his uh… past time. He doesn’t get serious with them, the reason why he easily broke up with Irish when he felt how toxic her feelings for him were. He doesn’t like complications.”

he deadpanned. Donovan and our father always seemed to be at odds with one another, but at the end of the day, we all still cared about the old man, no matter how rough it got. Donavan grinned, his drunken charm evident even in the most serious of situations. Crystal blue eyes were the gifts of the Sullivan gene. But unlike me, Donovan's hair was Auburn in colour, just like our mother's while mine was black as night. “Good to know. We still need him around to keep you in line.” he turned to me.

Roy bluntly answered and made his way out of the office, leaving Don feeling even more suspicious. Donovan picked up his phone and made a call. Five minutes later, a young man, dressed casually but with an ominous look to his appearance walked in, and bowed slightly to Don. Before starting up the business with Roy, Donovan used to work for a clan boss as a courier, enabling him to meet lots of people in the underground world, bad people. “I need you to follow Roy throughout today, and I need you to report everything he does to me. Where he goes, who he meets with, what they're doing. Everything.” He ordered, leaning back on his chair as his finger continued to stroke his chin.