Clyde Donovan Novels & Stories

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.

He hadn't forgotten anything, they were all inscribed in his brain, he would never forget. After being under the clan boss for about a year, Donovan had to take over because the boss was shot in a dangerous exchange with the police. Since his boss had no sons or male relatives who were capable of taking up the role, it was given to Donovan, and he ended up being the most dangerous clan boss there ever was. Donovan's missions were always a success, and he didn't hesitate the blow the head off anyone who dared to step in his way or stop him from achieving his goal. He gained power, respect, and crazy connections that made him almost untouchable.

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?"

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."