Clyde Donovan Novels & Stories

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Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

Judging by the angle, it hadn't been captured by a CCTV camera, but somewhere far away, perhaps from a car. Under it was the question, 'Does the Don punish offenders himself now? Or is he shutting up partners to hide his involvement?' I could basically feel the steam leaving my Consigliere's breath. I simply waited for him to say what was on his mind. "This is Katya's doing, there is no limit she wouldn't go to get her revenge on you." I massaged the back of my neck again and looked up to Carlos, observing the dark circles in his eyes. "Boss, we have to take action now or this will continue. Did you piss her off again? She's like some vengeful werewolf, scares me each time I see her."

"A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?" He smiled and reached for my hand like nothing had happened. "Hey. Being the Don of the Ferro Family, it's not that big a deal." But there was pride at the corner of his mouth. I stepped back, out of reach. "So the bet with Vivian — that's why you put on this act for three years?" "You've got the talent. Why not head to Hollywood with her?" Finally, the careless mask slipped. His brow tightened. "Don't get the wrong idea. The bet was just whether you'd believe this ring came from a sweepstakes."

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.

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.”