Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

“I hope so.” “Well, it's been fun, but I need to get home,” Mikey says as he stands to leave. Tanya and I stand to walk him toward the door. Before walking out the door, Mikey turns to face us. He grabs Tanya and pulls her into an embrace. “I’m glad that you remember who we are. I hated lying to you.” “Thanks for everything, Mikey.” “You’re welcome, sis,” Mikey tells Tanya before letting her go. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. “Make sure you make this right,” Mikey whispers in my ear before letting me out of the embrace. I nod my head in understanding.

He said and the line went dead. “Mike is dead?” “Yeah?” He was skeptical. “When?” “Tonight.” “Damn…” “What?” “He was my key evidence.” “Ours too!” Donovan blurted before Dustin’s statement hit him. “Wait what?” They chorused and Dustin explained it all to Donovan who in turn filled up the missing parts of Dustin’s plan. It turned out they were both on the same side. He called Ellie’s phone according to Dustin’s request. “Donnie?” “Baby girl, I know how we can solve the case.”

Nori whispered. I nudge him with my elbow, but Nori acted as if I pushed him. “Ow!” He said as he cry in pain trying to see if he could get his son’s attention. “Dwadee ish wik, Wuna mwoma ish stwong,” Mikey said. Drake stood up laughing. “Mikey, are you forgetting that we should be a team?” Nori asked. Mikey looked at him and gave Nori a big smile and then run to Nori.

He chuckles and looks a bit embarrassed, his ears bright red which added contrast with his striking blue eyes. “Girlfriends, yeah?” “Um… yeah, a few, not an alarming number I assure you.” laughing I say, “relax, captain. I don’t judge.” I try looking around with the corner of my eye for Luke. I could’ve sworn that was him. ••• “Hey, Miss flight attendant,” Donnie calls as I step out of the car. “I had a good time.” “It wasn’t so bad for me, captain.” I quip back.

As the door closed, Donnie stepped toward the refrigerator in one corner of the room. "Let's have a drink to celebrate Calliope," Donnie said, handing me a shot of liquor, "I hope you don't come back to Clofus after this." "No," I said, "I still have to accompany Calliope." "Oh yeah, do Calliope and you have a special relationship?" Donnie asked, "I noticed as if Calliope couldn't stay away from you." “No,” I replied, “Calliope and I are not in a relationship. I have a promise to her to help her realize his dream.”

"What the hell are you saying!" Vincent roared, shooting to his feet. "Who gave you the right to curse my wife?!" On the line, the maid's voice broke with terror. "Don, I swear—I'm not lying... Mrs. Corleone—she's not breathing. Looks like she's been gone for hours... She's lying in blood, and the baby's face is purple—" "Shut up!" he exploded, voice cracking into madness. "You're fired. Get out! I'll send someone else for Avila!"

DK stood as he faced Mikey and I felt the sudden shift in his emotions. “Are we good?” DK asks Mikey as he nervously shifts from one foot to the other. “Stop being unsure and uncomfortable around me,” Mikey teases. “Because the moment that the both of you sealed the bond, we would both be equals.” “Are you sure?” DK asks. “Yes,” Mikey replied, “We would be equals and I trust that you would never steal Anya away from me just as you trust me not to do the same.” “Of course,” DK answered.

He yanked Donnie up, slammed him back—harder, brick shredding skin through fabric. “No one,” Donnie rasped, voice shattering; he was done—Luca’s eyes were death, unblinking. “Just him—swear it.” His legs gave, but Luca pinned him, a hunter savoring the snap. One last hit—fist to the temple—and Donnie collapsed, rain pooling red around him, a groan lost in the storm. Luca crouched low, voice a hiss. “You’re done, Greco.” He stood, boots splashing off, leaving Donnie a broken heap, the rain swallowing his fade.

He was wearing a ridiculous mouse headband too. Daniel's eyes were full of boundless, tender love. Scrolling down, I saw photos of them at the beach, the theater, and every single place on my bucket list. I had once begged Daniel to go to all those places with me. He either said they were too childish or that he would go with me next time. The comments section was filled with blessings for the couple. "What a loving couple! I didn't expect to see Don Marino wearing matching headbands with Mrs. Marino."

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.