David Dobruja Novels & Stories

"That's it, Boma. You're in control. Enjoy the night." Boma felt a newfound sense of determination and followed Queen into the dimly lit room where David, the chosen stranger, stood waiting. His gaze was filled with anticipation, and he took a step closer, his voice a low, husky murmur. "You look stunning, Boma." As David made advances, his words grew more provocative, but Boma's courage began to waver. The alcohol had emboldened her, but the echoes of Donovan's stern warnings grew louder in her mind. His possessiveness and his threats seemed to wrap around her like a suffocating shroud.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Awkward laughter from the other side boils his blood again, but in a moment, the person cuts the phone. Look, this rascal just cut the phone," Henry says. "Yeah, Andrew was right; someone has been playing from the very beginning that we have failed to detect." The sudden call Henry received a while ago is from none other than their old enemy David Brook, for whom they lost everything but don't know a clue about him. David Brook is 59 years old and a mafioso. As he is an older man, his evil tricks are more dangerous, and using his tricks, David keeps destroying Henry and his family nonstop. After igniting Henry's anger, he calls his other prey instantly.

***22 years ago*** “This is the dumbest idea you have come up with yet. We are going to get in so much trouble.” I laughed at one of my buddies, who was crouched behind a tree with the rest of us. There were five of us hiding in trees, looking at the football game that was currently playing. “They are the ‘Lobos’! How is this not the greatest idea ever? Plus, it’s not like we are going to get caught!” The soon to be Alpha of the New Mexico pack, Felix, chastised his friend.

“When I heard that she was your daughter, I didn’t have any expectations.” My father rushed forward and bowed his head. “She is untouched. Young. Healthy. She can cook, clean, serve. She will not be trouble, and she is here to satisfy.” The man at the table tapped his ring against a glass of whiskey. “You owe the Volkov Bratva three million dollars, Ivan. Not a maid.” “I know,” my father said quickly. “But I need more time. Take her as a sign of good faith. A sign that you are going to get your payment.”

“Name - David Abate Age -32 Nationality - America Member - DiFronzo family Charges- has murder charges, selling illegal weapons,drugs, and many other illegal activities Work-Professional killer.Works as a security of few of the DiFronzo’s strip clubs and bars ”. The information came immediately in my vision beside the man after the recognition was done that only the person who is wearing the lens can see. “Hmm”. I ordered a drink .

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

His eyes shifted to Croft who straightened his back when he saw the man watching him. "You look like just your father but more feminine than his rough appearance." Croft gulped while staring back at him. The corner of the man's mouth held up. "I'm Erebor Deluxe, your father's trusted aid in the battle." "If that so, then why haven't we heard your name before?" Tatiana abruptly inquired with a hint of wonder in her voice. "It doesn't mean that I'm his aid, then I'll be on his side. I'd rather lurk in the dark and help him clean the battleground."