Donatello Rottmnt Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

“You always favored him—now you’re letting him get away with killing Roman? He isn’t even a true Ferrante!” “He is as much my son as you are,” Giovanni’s voice boomed out, echoing against the marble floors. “I gave him my name to ensure that. You’re just angry because you were taught from your mother to hate him. If you want to live, Manetto, lower your weapon.” “Are you serious?” Manetto asked. “Where are your siblings? I really do not wish to have this conversation over again.” Renata lunged forward and snatched the gun from Manetto and turned it on Domenico. One of the guards was on her and threw her arm up, the gun firing off into the ceiling as he wrestled it away.

Kevin asked. “Well, I was thinking about the water and electricity; what do you guys think?” Alessandro asked. “Whatever you want, Mancini,” they said together. He began questioning Donatello. “Why did you go after my wife?” he asked again. “Haha… I want to fuck her so hard that she won’t be able to trust another—" Before Donatello could finish, Alessandro poured water over him and took the electric cable. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Alessandro shouted. Donatello just laughed as Alessandro shot him in the leg.

Donatello yelled. That was the first time I ever saw Donatello angry. He usually went along with everything Nathaniel and I did, so I was downright terrified when I heard him yell. I know Nathaniel was too, but he didn’t budge. Donatello approached him and Nathaniel pointed his sword at him. Donatello hit his sword away and Nathaniel swung at him.

Donatello Constantini stared down the barrel of the gun that was pointing at his head, taking his eye off for a second to look down at the gun that was pointing to the heart of his enemy, Rafael De Luca. This war between the two families had been brutal and long standing and honestly, Donatello was tired of it. They both had buried enough men, enough friends and enough family; personally, he would be glad to call a truce. His problem, he didn’t trust the man standing across from him; but mafia men didn’t trust easily either. Truth be told, no mafia trusted a rival family; that just wouldn’t happen.

“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?”

“No thanks. I’ll just keep this.” I turned to face Draco, to find him calling me to join him as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in. I went to hurry after him, when a voice from behind stopped me. “Ma’am…we have something for you.” * * Rosanna’s P.O.V: Rosanna Donatello…the only daughter of the Donatello Famiglia, the heir to the Donatello fortune…threw aside the tablet that one of her father’s men held out for her, before slapping him across the cheek.

"What's the deal now? Heard you're returning to Italy. That's peak entertainment." The other danger sitting beside me cocked his head. "Careful what you hear next, Donatello. It might not be as entertaining as you think." No humour, plain and straight warning. Donatello looked offended as his chest raised up and down with an irritated expression on his face as he pressed his lips together. "Still," he mocked. "You realise if you leave Russia what it'll cost, right?"

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.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.