Novel & Cerita Doni Bobes Fanart

Boma heard the words, "You better be careful, man. That guy is bad. He is a Point one." Boma looked at Donovan whose eyes had left the duo and returned to hers. "I guess my reputation precedes me," he said. "Anyway, you're my focus tonight," he said, putting one arm around her in a possessive manner. "So tell me, do you want a drink? You can have anything. I am part of Reuben's Committee of friends that donated to this party. So, eat your fill, be free, and have fun. Okay?" His smile was tender.

The mafia princess whose family controlled the shipping lanes. I froze. The shirt slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. "Engaged? I thought that was just a rumor…" "It's not a rumor. It's business," Damon said with a shrug. "And you're my most capable asset. I need you to prepare a gift for Bianca. She likes Van Gogh. Pick out an original from your gallery for her." He wanted me to pick a gift for the woman who was stealing my life? Tears burned the back of my eyes. I couldn't stop my voice from rising. "Damon, I thought these five years… I thought we were more than—"

Robel just smiles at the agents and refused to answer any more of their questions. Donald walked closer to the desk and examined the painting behind Robel. He moved closer and stared at the single white rose that almost looked silver held by a beautiful woman and a baby. The woman and the child both had one hand each holding the flower as they smiled at eachother. When Donald turned to leave, he saw a picture frame of a woman sitting on Robel Petros' desk. He looked back at the painting and then down at the picture. The woman in the picture and the painting looked exactly the same. EXACTLY the same.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

And seeing not just Luca in her, but Aria too, doesn't make this any easier. Rosie smiles. "Do you want to see my drawings?" My eyes widen in shock, and I turn to look at both Alessandro and Claudia, who nod approvingly. "I'd love to," I reply. She shrieks in excitement and grabs my arm as I follow her to the living room. She is showing me her artwork, each piece more colorful than the last. I notice a drawing of a woman with long hair and a man with a beard, holding hands with a little girl—the same one I had seen earlier.

“Don’t choke on the boba at the bottom. I’m going to sleep now.” It wasn’t midnight yet, but Dawn was exhausted. He had the right to be. After a near-death experience and going on the run while babysitting a mythical creature, the mafia boss wanted a good sleep. He had been driving all day and roughing it out on the road. Hopefully, he would be able to have a relaxing hot shower when he reconnected with his aide and get access to his hideout. “Good night, Don.” “Night, Aqua. Wake me up if something happens.”

POV: Leona The boutique smelled faintly of roses and polished wood, too polished, too pristine for how rattled I felt. Gianna was supposed to be here with me since she had suggested and insisted I pick up a gown for an upcoming charity gala. Being a Don's wife, that is all there is to do since Dante doesn't want me to work for the fear I'll be attacked at work. Gianna cancelled at the last minute saying she was feeling too tired from 'all of the fun' she had with her husband yesterday. I'm not complaining though because I’d wanted a moment away from the estate walls. Just me, other activities, and a fleeting illusion of normalcy.

“Even if you are, you already have a boss to serve. I doubt you can help me.” He smirked slightly, shaking his head. “Not right now. My boss is traveling, and I’m free for the next six months. In that time, I can help you fight John and get your company back.” I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. “And what do you want in return?” William shrugged nonchalantly, his expression calm. “Nothing much, ma’am. I know you don’t have much to give me right now.” I frowned, the truth of his words cutting deep. I had nothing—not even enough money to survive the next few days, let alone to pay someone for help.

the Don only says after which the guard bows and runs back again while talking through his earpiece. Some minutes later the door is thrown open and Alessandro Fabiano appears in all his glory with a face that had murderous anger written all over! While another guard leads Daniella´s driver and Jimmy out of the door Alessandro walked over to his ANgel and took her into his arms and inhaled her scent to calm him down. ¨Well since we are all together now let the fun begin! …..Don Alessandro I have a proposal for you!¨ Don Saphira started.