Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

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.

“You’re not going back in there alone.” Katarina’s radio crackled. “Hostiles inbound. Mikhail’s advance team six vehicles. Armed heavy.” The erotic heat between us three hadn’t cooled it had turned molten, desperate. Dante pulled me close despite the blood, mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss that tasted of copper and smoke. Rocco pressed against my back, hands sliding under my shirt, fingers digging into ribs like he could hold my soul in place. “Here?” I gasped, cock already hardening against Dante’s thigh.

Mike pushes a table closer to Danteson and lays his hands on the table. "W-what... W-what are you.... tryna do..." "Shhh! Stay silent and watch!" Mike takes out his plier and pegs his forefinger on it, he twist the plier and Danteson scream as he hears his finger breaking. Mike laughs. "Yeah! That's it, scream for me baby" He continues breaking Danteson's fingers, when he's done with all ten fingers he keeps the plier and pick a hand blade. "B-boss.... please..... plea....."

And I would know theirs. I looked at them both. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." No matter how uncomfortable and embarrassing. Joshua sat up straight. "Me too." He spoke with determination in his voice. Mikey looked at both of us. He then nodded. "I'm in." I nodded at him and held out my hands to both of them. They took them. I could tell we were all nervous. If this didn't work, I didn't know what I would do. "Just saying," Mikey spoke suddenly. "If you see a memory of me peeing in a pool or two, I can explain-"

"You have a good tongue, but I don't know if your strength is as powerful as your words." "Are you threatening us? Do you think the four of us are bluffing?" The mockery of the four brothers came word by word, which completely infuriated Donnie. He said coldly, "You're courting death!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rose into the air and stretched out his arms like a flying eagle. The next second, he pulled out a long saber and swung the blade fiercely at Big Brother Diaz, who was the closest to him. Then, a cold light flashed, and the long saber shadow condensed.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

"Mr. Vittorino, this is just a broke, stubborn cleaner. Talking to her is a waste of breath." "It's better to have the bodyguards drag her out before the Don sees her and gets mad." Lina hooked her arm around Christopher's and smiled smugly, looking at me as if I were a joke. "Exactly. Let's not waste time on someone so beneath us. Let's head over. The Don and the Donna will be here any minute. It won't look good if they can't find us. "This is the Don's first big Famiglia banquet, and he's taking it very seriously. We need to think carefully about how we're going to leave a good impression on the Donna.

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"