Donatello X Reader Novels & Stories

Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious. Why should he mention this Don guy right when his keys were stolen? Did he have anything to do with Enzo? I knew it was pointless already, but I wanted to know who I was up against. To know who I was indirectly helping unwillingly. I minimised his current page and minimised. I went to his files and typed 'don' in the search bar. One thing I knew about Rodrigo was that he loved to keep his work organised. There has to be a folder assigned to Don and all his activities...

Firstly how to get inside the club (This is where Xain comes in) Get his attention # Santo De Luca the biggest player in the whole of America# Get called to his floor Have sex with him Collect 100 grand Save Sophie Chances of success 98% Chances of failure 2%" I said it exactly how I wrote it down "Wow you really have everything down" Xain collected the paper from me "Yes I do so let's get down to phase 1 Shall we"

It was dark, haunting and extremely terrifying for a normal human to even think about it, let alone seeing it with their eyes. Calix shoved the Rossi Cartel's heiress, Lorena and her lover, Madox, inside the basement. The chained couple fell on the rugged ground with a vigorous force. Their already wounded bodies got badly bruised. “Boss, we got them….” Calix uttered to that brutal man, who was sitting on a chair, with a burning cigarette in his hand. His legs were crossed while his eyes peered at that couple in front of him, who dared to tarnish his reputation and name just for the sake of their f*cking love.

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?”

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.”

Rossi was the type of guy that won’t leave alone even if it’s years, he always gets his livk back but that won’t happen if I kill him before then. Donatello brings out a finger-cutting board from our store of numerous torture weapon. The colour in Silvester’s face washes out as soon as he sights the cutter. I watch as he screams and scrambles in fear while rattling his chain to try and get away from Donatello as fast as possible. “Tell me, and you won’t a finger and you have a lot of those….” I smirk. He screams. “You fucker!” Donatello forces his hand open and places his pinky finger on the board, without wasting time he slams the cutter down.

I was standing still in between these two men and I could feel the temperature in the room increase. “Lorenzo,” Author’s Note:- Hey guys, do leave your comments below and like the book. Do follow me if you haven’t. Love you all, Take care.

RATED SCENES AHEAD SO PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR COMFORTABLE WITH SMUTS, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU. Aria's POV. "Hmm." I moaned as I rubbed Don Luciano's hot semen from my chest to all over my nipples properly, fondling and stroking them as he watched me with a lustful gaze. His dick hardened at the sight of me touching myself as I completely took off my top, which was almost soiled with cum.

“You didn't, August. You're just forcing it.” “I. HATE. YOU. DONATELA.” I spelt it out again, letting the deep pain puncture me further. “You don't.” “I do. With all my heart, I swear by the name of Jesus I wanna fuck you right now.” She winked with interest, pulled my tie toward the corner and pounced on me like a beast. Here she was. The real monster in Little Saint. Donatela She lowered her lips to my ear and whispered like a bitch that she was. “Follow your heart, August. Fuck me."

Behind them, Ginevra stood frozen. And for once, she had nothing to say. Donato completely froze. The air left his lungs in a ragged hitch as Jesse wrapped his fingers around his thigh for leverage. Slipped inside the unzipped trousers, Jesse’s palm found Donato's heavy weight. It felt warm against his hand. Locking stares with the Don, he used the tip of his tongue to lick the dark red head of his length. Donato shuddered vigorously, his head falling back with a sharp grunt.