Donatello 2012 Novels & Stories

“Don Marino, it was Dante’s request to be left alone…” “A request you should have ignored!” he barked. The room grew quiet. “You left my son alone to be killed by a nobody—a worthless death—killed by an old man on the streets of Sicily!” he yelled. “A nobody killed my son. He was going to be Don…” He chuckled dryly, hands shaking, trying to control his anger but failing at it. Everyone watched the Don. He was always a symbol of control and composure—now not so much. They watched as he unraveled before them. He still hadn’t shed a tear.

Cesare delivered my dinner through the small window in the door right on schedule. Just as he was about to leave, I called out softly, "Cesare!" He seemed to know what I was going to say and answered without hesitation. "Signorina Diamante, Don Ricci is not at the manor today." "It seems Gianna has given you plenty of incentive, but if I die, do you think Fiorenzo won't take his anger out on you?" Then I broke the porcelain plate and slashed at my wrist. Blood poured out, dripping onto the expensive handwoven wool carpet.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

the manager spoke out, making everyone look towards him, who was looking at Elea with a gentle smile. “May I, Mr. Salvino? We have something very special which we would like to show you and your family,” the manager asked for his approval. Luka passed him a nod and then he got up on his feet. The manager of the mall signalled one of the staff, who instantly brought a medium size box to them. “It's our latest edition which we are going to launch next week,” the manager uttered and opened the box. Esme saw three bracelets in that box. They all looked the same. Two for adults and one for a kid.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

And besides that he closed his heart for emotions such as love, a long time ago and went only in search of the female species when he was in need of one. Famous Italian mafia Don, notoriously known as the "Angel¨ (of death!") depending on the situation!.... 36 years of age, a handsome devil with the smile of an angel, if he wants too! Smoldering orbs who could make women's panties drop in seconds by a mere look of his, a sharp stumbled jawline, short dark hair in the neck with some longer strands on top of which women often loved to grab during sex…. A greek body to drool over with toned abs and a v-line to linger your

Angelina nodded at the maids to set the food on the table, and taking a seat, she watched as her daughter challenged her older brother. Lips met the crown of my head, and I smiled when I caught Leonardo’s scent. He put a hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it, and I had to admit, I couldn’t be more thankful for his presence beside me alongside Dante. The man was beside my mate when he got in whatever fight he went through with Giovanni, and I knew that HE was the main reason why Dante didn’t do more than just the little fight that left him with a bruised and torn knuckle.

Three days later, Fabrizio held a grand celebration for my return as Donna. The event took place at the Medicis' private chapel. I wore a black vintage suit, my left shoulder revealing the fully restored family eagle crest tattoo. Holding Fabrizio's arm, I slowly walked into the chapel. All the mafia family leaders of Southwold rose to their feet in greeting, their eyes filled with reverence. Above the altar hung the Medicis' banner. The black flag was embroidered with a golden Holbeck eagle and roses, a symbol of the family's honor.

I smiled. *** Donatello was a genius and a serial killer, a deadly combination. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, and weighing over three hundred pounds, he was someone who always stood out in any crowd. For such a big man, he had the face of a seventeen-year-old teenager. No one would ever suspect the large friendly man with a child's face who worked as a security man at the University of Los Angeles was the most notorious killer in the state.