Donna Leon Brunetti Books In Order Novels & Stories

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

It was blood-red, dangerously tight, and felt less like a garment and more like a target. ​"Don’t just stand there like a statue, Leona," my mother, Betty, snapped from the doorway. She was nursing a glass of bourbon, her eyes scanning me with a calculated greed that made my stomach turn. "Dante is a powerful man with a very specific set of tastes. He’s paying enough to clear our debts and then some, so don't you dare give me that 'bitch ass' attitude tonight. You’re going to smile, you’re going to be charming, and you’re going to do exactly what he says."

“Miss, would you like me to prepare dinner?” Leona turned, her composure sliding back into place like armor. “Not tonight. I’ll eat later.” “Very well, Miss.” When he left, silence settled again. Leona sat back down at her desk, opened a fresh notebook, and picked up her pen. Her handwriting was neat, crisp, flowing. She wrote only two names on the first page: Emilia. Dorian. Her eyes lingered on the names before she drew a firm line under Emilia’s.

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"

All of this was too much for someone like her—too far from the simple life she had always known. While Luna was amazed by the luxurious of the room, Donna and Nick were still standing in the doorway. "Listen, Nick. Luna is still too young, she probably doesn't know much about it yet," she said casually, half whispering. “So I have prepared something for her over there.” Donna's hand rose, pointing to a thin brown-covered book lying neatly on the bed. Nick's eyes followed her finger. His gaze fell on the book just as Luna stepped closer and picked it up.

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”

She crosses her arms, her orbs glistening with determination, “On the contrary, the Don should be the careful one because I'm a blue blood. And we make sure to see the end of criminals.” And with that, she rounds my body, headed for the door. My neck rotates in her direction, following her body and watching her walk out like that makes me admire her resilience. Though I didn't know if it would save her from the Don. Because the Don always breaks his possessions into loyalty. Elettra is like a wild fire, and the Don is doom himself. Who will consume the other first?

Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too. Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.

Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions. The girl was odd. How could an ordinary maid move like that, with such… precision. She was sharp and fearless. Not even hesitating for a fraction to save his life. She's definitely not ordinary, but something about her intrigued the Don to his wits. He wanted to know more about the short haired maid with the enticing voice. Enraptured in his thoughts, the creak of the door followed by shuffling feet alerted Antonio. He looked up to meet the maid from earlier. Her form was less brave and appeared to be cowering back in discomfort or maybe fear?

I inch closer to the side of the door, making sure I am also out of sight. They seem to be inside a room. Is that Carlos I hear? “Luciana, it isn't like that. You are wrong.” Yes, that voice is definitely Carlos. But why is he in a room with Luciana? If there is one trait I am known for, it is being a curious cat. As they say, curiosity kills the cat, yet I am not dead. Hahh. “You are getting too close to Donna. I don't like it. You know godfa--”