Clyde Donovan Novels & Stories

His men weren't even pretending not to watch. "You terrify me," he said. Not a whisper. A statement. Raw and bleeding. "I've faced down rival Dons. I've buried my wife. I've raised a son who wants me dead. Nothing in forty-six years has scared me the way you do, Essa Kane. Because nothing has ever mattered the way you do." My heart stopped. The words I'd been chasing—the words I'd replayed in my head during every sleepless hour he'd been gone—were falling from his lips, and I couldn't speak.

"Oh, right. Don Rossi said he's taking me to tonight's negotiation. Since nobody is waiting for you at home anyway, once you get back to the estate, wash the carpets by hand. "The red wine you splashed during your last tantrum is still there. Don Rossi said it annoys him every time he sees it." Unlike before, I didn't glare at her coldly and simply nodded. "Okay." She was clearly satisfied with my obedient response and let out a disdainful snort. "So you've finally learned. And don't forget, even though you used to be the Costa family's principessa, you're still a long way from becoming our don's donna."

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

“I just stepped out.” “Tell that—” He halts, glancing around nervously before lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Tell that to the Don. I swear, every day I spend in this house I come closer to losing my head.” “He’s just mad that I’m not the obedient servant he wants me to be,” I say. This just confirms my thoughts. He’s spiraling because his doll decided to show a little autonomy. Kane sighs, shaking his head. “Believe what you want to believe, but no one goes this over the top for a servant. The Don wants to see you. Now.”

"Stay directly behind me." Chloe blinked in surprise, her rifle lowered for a second. She looked at the broad, rigid back of the man she used to call "Big Brother." Donovan had left for the elite special forces ten years ago—long before she had ever even picked up a competitive pistol. How does he know my marksmanship is top-tier? she wondered. Had he been watching her from the shadows of his military career all this time? Lyra, standing a few feet away, let out a screech of pure indignation. "Hey! What about me? Where do I go?"

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

Jack hadn't given her much information yet, so she decided to do a little research. Evans Chris Donovanera is a former Formula 1 driver in his early twenties. He had abandoned the tracks to dedicate himself to his father, George Banks, in the technological field. In both areas he was the best, always standing out for his intelligence and visionary eye. In less than five years running DonovanEnterprise, his family's private company, he was among the pillars responsible for the New York economy. His photos at the many events he had attended showed a man closed to the world. Her escorts, always famous models or actresses, were a perfect contrast of beauty and exposure. Lora hadn't seen many pic

I stare at them confused as I had tried walking around them but they won't let me. "Donna, Don requested your presence." One of the men said. Ah, He still have to follow me to school, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Donna? Isn't it like a female gangster leader? Why did he have to show up in my life now that I at least have little peace. "I'm not going." I stated matter of fact. I attempt to pass their middle, but stop when they just continue blocking my way. "Donna, please don't make it hard for us." the other guy said by now the few people that still lingered around had stop and are now watching the show.

Don, do you know Eddie? He didn't answer, which means of his silent reply he knew. "Of course, Claire, darling, you know Donovan Wolfe," Eddie answers and gestures to Don. "This man I hired to help me look for the treasure. Who would've thought of all people who know him." I glare at him as he laughs, continuing to run his mouth. "Besides being an ex-military, he works for me as a mercenary. He did various jobs to keep his family whatever they needed." Eddie stops and looks at me. "But to think you and him? Ha! The word love can be so easily used."

“ Come in , son ! “ said mr Donovan , hearing the knock on the door . “ …..It’s good to see you are healthy father . “ said mr Karlo . “ I wish I could be happy to see you as well . “ said Mr Donovan with an annoyed expression . From the look in mr Donovan , he understood that his father had already known what he was doing . “ Father , I think that there is no need for you to beat around the bush . You can be honest with your words . “ said mr Karlo with an honest tone . “ ………I disapprove of what you are doing . Quit it immediately before I step in . “ said mr Donovan .