Donatello 2012 Novels & Stories

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

Freya sneered. With a smirk on her lips, her hands thundered together twice. And from the dark corner of the hall emerged three tall figures in black suits. The last of them pulled something behind. Something that came to light with passing seconds. And in a short second, a figure of what was being pulled was in the open. I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyes widened. “Alpha…Leonardo,” my lips trembled. Shaking my head, this didn’t feel right. What have they done to him? Why did he look lifeless? And how did Vogar get a hold of the beast?

“Y-you want me to…?” “Take it,” Donatello’s voice dripped in contempt, scaring me slightly. “And pull the trigger on Salvatore.”

"The man in the charcoal suit with the silver mask. That's Hector." I cut my eyes toward the pillar. The man was massive, standing over six feet with a military build, a heavy leather belt visible beneath his unbuttoned jacket. Attached to the right side of the belt was a sleek, silver electronic card reader. The master key. "I am going to the VIP tables to initiate the bidding war," Adrian said, his eyes locking onto mine, holding me in place. "The moment the crowd shifts toward the stage, you move. Do not look back."

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

He said and they all sighed. “The next person is Donatallo Dallarosa.” He said and Adam nodded “Donatello harbors a strong grudge against Rielle.” He said “What happened with him?” Xander asked “I know the story well and will tell you.” Adam-said “Donatello and Kale both planned to steal Ms.Romano’s wealth and she found out, She hired me to get some dirt about Donatello of which i did and she used it against him but not before making him sign all his properties over to her. She got him arrested and convicted for the crime he committed and threw his entire family out on the streets. Donatello currently is an inmate in jail.” He said and Xander shook his head “Oh boy, She did him crazy.” He co

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.