Donatello Raphael Novels & Stories

Two names came to mind instantly. The first was Vincenzo Carbone. A rat with a face that always looked like it needed a punch. They had grown up in the same circles, attended the same expensive schools where boys were trained to become dangerous men. Vincenzo had always wanted what Dante had. Power. Control. Respect. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never get close to it. So he settled for petty games and cheap shots. The type of man who would send photos instead of bullets because he liked the slow burn.

Those questions got her erupting with panic whenever she brooded over them. Raphael on the other hand couldn't believe how close him and Nicole had become that they couldn't spend a day without calling each other. He was Raphael Justice, the ruthless Don of the Italian Mafia. He ruled and subdued with an iron fist igniting fear into the mind of anyone who thought of him. He never had a heart or saw himself falling for a woman but Nicole---this woman--she was bringing him to his knees.

Raphael’s cousin. That explained the audacity. “Moretti,” I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue. “That means you and Raphael are related?” “Unfortunately,” Raphael drawled, his voice laced with boredom. Dante grinned, wrapping a lazy arm around Raphael’s shoulder in an exaggerated display of familiarity. “Don’t be so cold, cousin.” Raphael didn’t react. “You never bring dates to these things,” Dante mused, his green eyes flicking between us. “So, I have to ask… is this beautiful savage your new business associate, or should I be calling her Mrs. Delano?”

Antonio Pietro, Adriano's father and Donatello were friends so, Donatello had a different kind of status, he was like a part of Pietro family. " Donatello is handle so many jobs. So many eyes are on him. If he disappeared people will curious and we don't want any attention on us. When I am trying to put the pieces together to complete the puzzle." Adriano explained, his voice calm and collected but a hint of anger bleed in it at the end. " Has he said something?" Adriano quiered, eyeing the squirming person strapped to the rolling chair in front of him. " Not yet.. Just gotten his name though, It's Cathal." Daniel informed with a light shrug of his shoulder. Adriano nodded rolling up his sle

My lips curled downwards in derision. "A goddamn great man to all who knew him," a man added. I rolled my eyes inwardly. "He was a fool." Those words stopped me short. Not because of what they meant but who had said it. Nero Vecchio. I knew who he was. Hell, everyone in this funeral knew him. He was a snake, a predator. A mafia Don. And one of the most dangerous ones at that. A glance at him showed he was flanked on all sides by his men like the imperious predator of a man he was.

Seraphina's POV I didn't flinch when his fingers brushed my jaw, but it took everything in me to stay still. To not let him see the way my skin crawled under his touch. Raphael Deluca, I'd be stupid if I claimed I didn't know that name. Every whisper of his empire, every bloody rumor attached to it-it all came crashing into my mind like a violent wave. My father's sworn enemy. The man who ruled the underworld with an iron grip, and now, the man who had me trapped in his grasp.

Come in dear" Mum came to us and pulled us both into the house by our arms as we exchanged glances. I was met with deep voices booming from the living room and hearty chuckles bouncing off the walls.Dad was sitted on one of the living room sofas and a more advanced man sat opposite Dad and...Nina! I couldn't believe my eyes. Nina was alright But she was sick just this morning. I was beyond confused. The strange man had grey hairs on his beard and in his neatly combed back hair.I could feel the power radiating off the two strange men in the room. "Oh Vera You know iv been waiting for you" The advanced man's voice brought everyone to acknowledge my presence. He took composed strides towards me

I didn't want my emotions to get the best part, so I kept everything inside. The men who led us to the mansion stood still as footsteps someone steeped in. Finally he appeared. Everyone was still and quiet. His appearance was a little bit different from what Carlos had shown me. For starters. He had a stronger build. His grey hair wasn't that much and his grin was not as sharp as it looked but the scar on his face was the same. So this is the Scarface. The treacherous Donatello Luigi. He whispered in the ears of the men who brought us in. I tried not to look too hard, not to draw any attention. Spies were easily detected by how inquisitive they could be.

Dante leaped out of the office leaving a trail of fresh blood, he was probably headed to the sick bay at the basement. "Idiot! was that necessary?" Raphael took my gun from me. Raphael was the only person that can say or do shit to me without any consequences, we had been best friends since we were 8. "Instead of lashing out on Dante, you should focus that energy on Scarface" Raphael advised. Raphael was cool tempered than me, he was always calculative and logical. "Exactly Lorenzo" Anthony got up from his seat "I raised you to be as tough as titanium yet here you are getting yourself wrapped around Jacqueline's finger"

“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?”