Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

Donnie says to both Alex and Xane. Alex walks over and slams my locker shut in front of me. “Can you hear me nice and clear now freak?” He asks. I just stand in silence. I don’t make eye contact I just stare at the floor. Suddenly Donnie comes out of nowhere and throws me against the lockers. “Trying to be smart with us? It’s not going to work Saunders!” Donnie shouts in my face. I slowly look up and my eyes lock onto his. I have no other words to say to him other than…

"Cindy, talk to him. My father didn't teach me foosball, but he did teach me how to take care of myself. He was an Airborne Ranger. He showed me things that still give me nightmare to this day," Mike said to Donald's girlfriend. Cindy quickly grabbed hold of Donald and led him to Sylvester. Between them, they got him out the door. Tiffany had obviously been bored with the whole scene. She was on the other side of the bar talking to a bunch of guys.

her father suggested. Kate could suddenly think of many of her friends from mafia who were the same age as her. “Is it Luther?....No wait….it should be Sam…-” “No its DON QUISITO” her father’s reply cut her off, completely silencing her. She would have definitely fallen down if she wasn’t sitting. His name echoed in her mind again and again, causing her face to go pale. “Are you alright?” her father asked, concerned at her quick change of emotions. “I’m fine…you should have…given me a heads up…or…something…” Kate mumbled, while sipping water so she could compose herself.

Everyone in the mafia world whispered the same story. The Don of the Santoro family had been with his fiancée for seven years, and she died in a car accident. After her death, he wrote a 10,000-word confession by hand and set up a rescue foundation in her name, saying it was to remember her. He filled the mansion with roses and told everyone they had been my favorite. But only I knew that I had never loved roses, and he had never truly paid attention to what I liked or disliked. Back in Valdoria, Mamma saw the injuries on my body and pulled me into her arms, heartbroken. "You're our precious daughter. How could you let yourself end up like this over a man?"

"The next morning, I wanted to resign. You kept me on because you were afraid I'd spread rumors and ruin your reputation. After that, the old Don found out I was pregnant and forced you to register our marriage. "Aido, from beginning to end, I never schemed against you. You just never gave me the chance to explain." Aido looked like he'd been slapped in the face. He stood there speechless for a long moment. Just then, Leo came running out of the firm with his little backpack. He froze when he saw Aido, then quickly moved to stand beside me, his small hand clutching tightly at my skirt. "Don Derocchi," he said softly. "Mamma is doing really well now, and so am I. You don't need to come get us

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

A few of them exchange looks. “With Matteo,” someone clarifies. “Yes.” “And his father,” another adds. I nod once. Silence stretches and becomes tense. I glance at Giana. She has been mostly quiet and she just gives me a smile. “Do you spend a lot of time with the don?” the same woman asks casually. They waited for my answer a bit curious. “We run and train,” I reply. A small smile curves her lips. “That’s not what I meant.” Heat rises slowly up my spine, as I picture his hands on me and his soft lips on my throat, but I keep my expression neutral.

Because Donna was so worried about Alex, she forgot that there was someone in his car. Mike quickly narrated the whole matter to Donna. Donna heard it, her face was gloomy, and said with a dry voice: "You guys have been tricked by him! The captain has no relationship with him!' Mike and Nick had also realized they were being tricked. Nick nodded, laughed sourly: "He's really good at acting!" "Donna, who is he?" Paul Jeff and Gray Luke were also startled earlier. The two of them could only see a black figure pass in front of them. In their minds at the same time a thought appeared: "Too fast!"

The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

I say. "Being a Don is difficult. You do not know whom you can trust. You do not know who your friends are, and you are always on the lookout for danger. In the Italian Mafia, it's the same as in an orphanage: the strongest rule. It's also very lonely because you don't know whom to trust. That is why trust is so essential between a Don and Donna. Your Don or Donna is the only person you can trust when you are in the Italian Mafia. I trust you. I guess we are in love. Together, we will figure it out, honey. Let's drink to our future," Dante says as he lifts his whiskey glass, and I lift my wine glass. "We are the oddest couple in the world? We make even saying I love you complicated," I laugh