Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

don stopped and asked "what you want say" she said "I wanna go to home sobb I want my mom sobbb" she is crying very bitterly don sighed and said "fine I will send you" she said "I will never comeback sobb into your life sobbb please let me go sobbb I will never say any of these to anyone sobbb I will go sobb far away" this time Don's anger triggered he went near her and made her to stand forcefully she pushed him aside and ran away to front room but the main door is locked

Well you're not me , and i know what I'm doing , but thanks for the advice tho " i said smiling at her as she leads me to his office , I personally don't like people telling me what to do claiming to be an advice " what's that face about ? " she asked . "You're five minutes late " i answered her as i enter her car and she drives . " Oh c'mon i was busy " she said . "Doing what ? making out with Isaac on the phone? " i said . She laughs and says " Hahaha ! You got that right " " Ew.." i said in a low tone . When we arrived to the campus , the bell was already ringing , Dona didn't care much about being late , I honestly don't know how she passes the tests but I'm glad she does anyway .

At that, she twisted her hand and he yelled, a devilish smile overtaking her lips. “I’m the fuckin’ Don, not a bitch.” His eyes opened wide and before his friend moved a step forward, she had her gun trained on him. “You, asshole, do not get to come into my club and deal your little shit.” She let his dick go and he fell forward on his hands. “Tienilo (hold him),” she told the men that had come out with her, “just as he is.” Two men grabbed him and held his arms, making sure his hand was out.

She flings her long black hair behind her shoulder with her overdone nails, and gives me a sour expression. I look at Killian who’s looking at me and shrugs, I nod, “Okay, so can I kill her or do I have to play nice and let her keep breathing?” The whole room goes dead silent and everyone is looking at me, some horrified, some stunned, and some amused as hell. Killian shrugs, which she blanches at. Did she think he would care? I mean, geeze talk about a wakeup call, “Leave it to your wolf and what she thinks is deserved for the challenge.”

She was making a move—and with Enzo's assault team defeated and his warehouse raided, she must have decided that if anyone was going to seize control, it had to be her. Dante looked at me, and the Don was back in full force. "It seems the war isn't over yet," he said. "Are you ready for round two?" I thought of the panic room behind the closet. I thought of the girl I'd been, the one who craved safety above everything. Then I thought of the woman I was becoming—the one who'd held steady during a firefight, who'd turned a traitor's warning into a rescue mission, who'd just been invited to dinner by the most powerful family head in the city as an equal.

Red wavy hair, long legs, and way too much attitude. She walked straight up to Dante, hips swaying like she was on the runway. “Oh, Capo,” she purred. “You’re back from your trip? The house missed you,” she slurred, plastering a fake smile on her face. “Is the Don here?” Dante asked, ignoring her nonsense. She shook her head. “No, sir. The Don hasn’t come in today.” Bianca’s smile stretched wider. I could practically hear the victory bells ringing in her head.

The lady looked at me in disdain. She then touched one of the tables and jumped like she had seen a ghost. “I thought it was a rogue virus.” I shook my head in disappointment. Drama Queen. “What is a rogue doing inside the pack's walls? Are we safe?” She asked all sorts of questions but I snubbed her. When she saw that I was going to keep ignoring all of her questions, she proceeded to introduce herself. “Anyway. I'm Miss Donna. I assume you know who I am.”

I’ll never forget it; she was wearing a pair of light-blue shorts that came up all the way to the cleft or her ass, and a thin white T-shirt that hid nothing. And no bra. She had no makeup on either, which got my dick’s attention. I hate high-maintenance girls who have to constantly look like they’re ready to go out to the club even when it’s past dinner time and they’re going to be home for the rest of the night. Dolores… Eighteen years old and an absolute angel. For the briefest of moments, I allowed myself to wonder what my life would be like with her.

"Thanks for the phone.' She manage to say beneath her Anger. Dennis nodded and left. "Arrrhh' she screamed and started pacing around, there were so much venom in her blood. First she ruin her mission and her principle by having sex with him and then she being controlled by a guy she just can't have it. 'Scarlet are you fucking getting weak?' A knock came on the Door. "who the hell is that?" She Yelled and in come a strange guy holding a box package. "You orders ma'am." Dennis has ordered breakfast for her.