Donatello Rottmnt Novels & Stories

Returning to the manor, I wasn't greeted with a hug, but with a stack of photos thrown in my face. Pictures from tonight: me, reveling at the club, and Rocco, his face bruised and bloody. "Outrageous!" My father sat behind his massive mahogany desk, slamming his cane on the floor. The prized arowana in the tank darted in panic. "That's the Don of the South! The Gravano and Thorne families may be allies, but humiliating Rocco in public like that completely disregards the balance of power!"

Scanning it for any virus, Dawn downloaded the file that turned out to be a video. Lowering the volume so that he would wake Aqua up, Dawn played the clip. Although the resolution was poor, the mafia boss could easily recognise the faces and voices of his loyal subordinates. More importantly, the anger that was kept at bay over the last few days resurfaced and boiled over unrestrained as he kept his eyes trained on Ricardo’s figure. The traitor ruthlessly brought a Swiss knife down on the hand of Dawn’s most trusted bodyguard when he spoke out against the turnover for leadership.

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

His picture stared up at her, those dark eyes seeming to challenge her even from the glossy paper. Sofia had to admit, he was handsome in a dangerous sort of way. The kind of man her mother would have warned her about, if she were still alive. The scar on his cheek only added to his allure, hinting at a violent past. She shook her head, annoyed at herself for even noticing such things. Luca Moretti was a criminal, a murderer. It didn't matter how attractive he was. A knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see her father, Marco Russo, filling the doorway. Even at this late hour, he was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styl

Once I was done, I handed it over to Matteo. “What do you mean no?” Ares read the note over Matteo's shoulder. “I'm the Don and no one dares tell me no. You will come with me and that's final.” I scribbled a bigger no, before tossing it at his feet. “Anna, If you would just…” A loud bang cut Matteo off. Sarah yelped out loud, while I fell to the floor. My ears buzzed, but I caught a glimpse of the loud noise.

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

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."

he raised his voice Donatello rose from his seat, as he slammed his fist on the bar. "You dare raise your voice at me?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the jet. Viktor stepped forward, his voice calm and soothing. "Don, Don, please. We need to get to Italy before anything else. We can discuss this later." Donatello's chest heaved with anger, but he took a deep breath, composing himself. "Hmmm," he muttered, while still staring at Antonio's face. "Let's go."

My chest tightened, and I was already struggling to breathe through the pain of my lower abdomen, which felt like it was on fire. Now I understood why Rosa had plotted with Viper in the first place. I’d thought she was being ungrateful and rebellious, but now, I knew better. And I would have done the same thing too. Donatello stretched the gun at me for the second time, and there wasn’t any hint of playfulness etched on his face. His brows furrowed, jaw tightened, and lips pursed when he pushed the gun forward. “Are you ready to do the right thing, Miss Moretti?” he asked. “Or are you still thinking of giving your father’s murderer another chance at life?”