Donatello 2012 Novels & Stories

"But you're different, Bella. You are my wife, the Donna of the De Luca family. You're supposed to be stronger than this, more understanding." I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Seeing my silence, Vincenzo thought I was scared. He stood and pulled a velvet box from his pocket, opening it. Inside lay a dazzling diamond bracelet. He'd won it at an auction the day before. Every woman in New York said the Don of the De Luca family was madly in love with his wife, but only I knew this was the peace offering he made every time he overrode my orders for Amelia.

he smirked. Lisa tried to pull away. “Leave me, or I will scream. Do you hear me?” “Oh, sweetheart, I dare you to scream; if you do, you’ll wish you never did. Be a good girl and show me a way out where no one can see us,” Donatello said, eyes glinting. She had to think fast. “Fine, I will show you; just follow me,” she said, scared.

He spoilt Elena so much. "Ring ring ring..." The bell for the end of the morning exam rang, Martino couldn't hold back any longer and pushed open the car door to get out, Donatello rushed to follow. Martino's tall height of one metre nine is very abrupt in the crowd, his suit is ragged, his body is straight, and his English face attracts the parents around him to look at him, the four bodyguards accompanying him plus Donatello surround Martino in a small circle.

I glanced at the other bosses in the room and they all looked unbothered like this was a normal occurrence. Only Paolo looked angry but this was probably because of his long lasting feud with Dante. "Stop!" Dante said. They all stopped and bowed their head in gratitude thanking him profusely. Dante turned to the man who had abused me. He reached into his pockets and brought out a knife. He looked at two of the others, "Hold him down" he commanded. They obeyed and quickly held him down. I watched as Dante cut off all his fingers, one after the other. The man screamed in pain, he would pass out from the pain and Dante would bring him back and continue.

Four hours until Luca Castellano started losing body parts on camera. Marco approached, his blocky frame somehow even wearier than it had been an hour ago. "Boss. Marco Castellano's on the line. He watched the feed. He's ready to talk terms." Dante nodded and stepped away, phone already pressed to his ear, his voice dropping into the low, clipped register he used for negotiations. I couldn't hear the words, but I watched his posture shift—shoulders squaring, chin lifting, the Don reassembling himself in real time.

I pushed my laptop aside to pay full attention to him and try to focus on anything other than Vera's image in my mind "So We have be able to get our goods safely to Singapore so we can focus on your party." I looked up at Aldonis in confusion "Party?" "Yes party. Don't tell me you have forgotten about your own birthday" I totally forgot it was my birthday. Wow 29 years. "Oh shit I forgot. Can't it be posponed. You know we are now in danger of the fangs attacking us. Just because we haven't had any attacks doesn't mean we aren't going to ,and a party at home.

“Did someone inform Chen Li of our arrival?” “No, but he has been receiving some visitors for his auction since this morning.” Came Donatello’s voice as he exited one of the black Sedan’s with bulletproof windows. “The auction will start very soon. I hope you are all armed and prepared.” Mattia Donatello seemed to have aged since the last time I saw him but he was dressed to perfection in an elegant black suit with a white shirt underneath. His once dark brown hair was now mostly grey and his face was covered with wrinkles, and yet, you could tell that the man had once been charming and handsome enough to attract the attention of one of the biggest opera singers during his time and she had l

I strode into the bathroom and washed away the remnants of the blood from my hands, then pumped a few squirts of disinfectant onto my hands before grabbing my phone. "Boss." Mario picked up the call after a single ring. "I want good news Mario." "I'm afraid I don't have good news just yet, it's confirmed that Donatello is dead, he was killed by that kid Enzo Morano crowned to head the underworld. Though he's no longer a kid, he's now a grown man with more power and influence in the underworld than Enzo Morano ever had. The bastard killed Donatello because he abducted some woman rumored to be his girlfriend, some weeks ago I sent some men to bring that woman to me, but she managed to escape."

“I do hope that you haven’t missed me too much. You know, your beauty seems to be great company, but she is too loyal to you for my liking.” “Let her go, Ianos.” Donatello said, glaring at him. “Your fights are with me. She has nothing to do with them.” “Oh, but then again, that is where you are wrong, Donatello.” He said, licking my mate’s neck, right where he cut her. She frowned, wanting to pull away from him only for him to dig his nails on her waist. “She is the chosen one, and I believe that the two of us know what that means, no?”

Lorenzo, Mariano, Gianna, each one silent, watching as the screen bloomed to life. A chamber bathed in candlelight appeared and there he was, Donatello. His face, once polished cruelty, was now distorted. Berlin had marked him. Scars webbed across his left cheek and jaw. The flesh had been stitched poorly, cruelly. But his eyes… those hadn’t changed. Still glacial. Still dead. He smiled. “Hello, Talana.” Gianna recoiled. Lorenzo’s knuckles whitened on the desk. “I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.”