Donna Farmer Novels & Stories

There's a reason she's sitting there. "So you just gave away my seat?" Sophia walked in carrying a first-aid kit. "The old guard trusts only me. I moved closer to the head of the table to keep the truce alive." I pulled away from her hand. "Your authority as a negotiator doesn't let you bypass both consiglieri. "The moment you sit beside Lucas and he defends you, everyone at that table sees you as being under his personal protection. "And if he throws you out, you can take that humiliation back to the hawks and use it to kill the truce."

" I couldn't help but feel amused watching him trip over himself to explain. Only someone with something to hide needed that many words to cover it up. "Just drive." I tossed the hair clip back into the glove compartment and turned to look out the window. Back at the manor, Madre spotted me and immediately started in again. "You got hospitalized for a tiny injury? Talk about being pampered. Back when I was Donna, I handled family business even with a bullet in me." I stopped walking and turned to face her. "If you want to rough it, that's up to you. But my parents didn't raise me just so I could suffer in life."

The trio waved at her in a friendly manner and left, leaving Boma stunned by what had just happened. Boma went to use the restroom before leaving. As she entered the common area, she overheard a conversation between a couple of girls in one of the stalls. She paused and listened intently when she heard Donovan's name mentioned. The girls' voices were distinct: one was tiny and high-pitched, while the other was bold and assertive. "Someone told me that Donovan, the guy running for SUG President, is a cultist," the tiny voice claimed. "Did you know that?"

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

~Lianna Black~ What Ace said was a reminder that he owns me. He might have been very gentle with me tonight but the fact that he’s a mafia Don should never be taken for granted. I knew that he owns me now, no matter how much I hate people thinking of me as property but that's how life is in this world that I am in, sadly. “How can I help?” I asked the girl in the silver dressed named Andrea. I learned that she's working as John's secretary.

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

Something in me wanted to see more of it. I took a step closer, my gaze locking onto hers. “You want to know why you’re being trained?” My voice dropped lower. “Because you’re Donna. And you’re my wife. You’re now part of the mafia. The sooner you get this into your head, the better.” She blinked at me, her breath shaky, but she didn’t look away. “You must be fast, calculative, smart. You must have focus and be observant. This is the mafia, Nora. Not the U.S. In the mafia anything can happen. You need to learn how to use power tactically.”

He was telling his wife, the family's Donna, the city's Safety Officer, to pour wine for an outsider? The Capos around me, who once treated me with the utmost respect, were now whispering amongst themselves. "Looks like the winds are changing in the De Luca family." "What's a Donna? If it makes Amelia happy, she's just a glorified waitress." "I'd say it's not just the Donna title. That Intelligence Officer position will be the girl's sooner or later." Vincenzo watched me with a raised eyebrow, as if expecting my obedience. "What are you waiting for? You're the closest. Just help her out."

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck