Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

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.

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

Donnie’s hands and feet shook furiously against their bindings as he choked and coughed on a face full of water instead of oxygen. Mercilessly Max’s full bottle of water replaced Rocco’s empty one while Vic watched the pair laugh and glance at one another as Donnie tried to speak between his gagging on water and gasping for air, “you need to speak up I can’t understand you,” Rocco barked through his laughter, “all I hear is blub, blub, blub,” Max mocked as his bottle finally ran dry. Vic crossed her arms as Donnie’s dripping face searched hers with desperation, “please Vic,” he begged, and the woman responded by crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head toward her boss. “Donnie s

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.

“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.

I had the loudest, evil laugh in my head when I heard a scoff from Michael as I poured all my attention on the guy who can't let anyone's testosterone beat his. "I just stopped by to grab this. A gift for my auntie," he answered, showing me a white paper bag with silver calligraphy on it. "And I think you were with uh... Montero?" He guessed, giving Michael a stare from head to toe. "Hello, Donna," he nodded at her. Hold up, he knows Donna? Glancing at her, I saw the way she just rolled her eyes. What's with her? Does she hate all sexy species on earth? But that's not the priority concern here.

" one of them exclaimed. "Anyone with access to all this intel would have to be part of the inner circle. It might even be someone close to the Don himself!" another said. Gisella seemed to have recalled something the moment their words fell. "Oh, that's right. Has the Donna been found yet?" she asked lightly. Everyone instantly exploded into an uproar. "Donna Silvestri has betrayed the Don before, and now she has gone missing at the worst possible moment. Who else could it be?"

Like I was sitting in the middle of two live wires that could spark at any second. I realized then that whatever this arrangement was, it wasn’t just me and Nico on paper with Matteo as the side complication. The brothers had their own shit. Old resentments, maybe. Loyalty mixed with rivalry, the kind of twin bond that probably started in the womb and got twisted up by their father’s world. Nobody had explained it because they probably didn’t know how. Or didn’t want to. “Pass the fruit?” I asked, mostly to cut the silence. Matteo slid the bowl over. His fingers brushed mine on purpose. Nico noticed. His hand landed on my thigh under the table. firm, claiming. Not moving, just resting there

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

Enzo locked onto the corner where Monica lay trapped and surged forward with his people. He fitted her with a blast vest, hands careful and precise, then lifted her from beneath the unstable slab. He held her as if she were something fragile and irreplaceable. Only after I saw her secured on a stretcher did I rasp out a plea for help. I called to the family members who were still clearing debris nearby, but no one answered. Cold glances flicked my way, each one sharp with open disdain. "What's the madam acting out this time?" someone sneered. "The Don went to save Miss Leone. You can scream yourself hoarse. It won't help."