Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

“I see that you need some time to clear your head too. How about you take her out for a romantic getaway the weekend after the fashion show and you can tell her everything then." "Finally some good advice. I think I will do that." I pressed my forehead against his and grabbed the back of his neck. This was something we used to do as children. Like our own sort of brotherly hug. “Thanks, Jonny." “You're welcome Mikey," he answered. “It's a good thing we are brothers and in our home gym because if we were elsewhere people would think we're gay for each other," he laughed. “You're such a weirdo," I shoved him away. “Now come on. First to 250 push-ups win."

I can already see the connection they have, and Mikey was Jessica’s high school crush. I don’t like this but it’s for the best. “Fine, Damon. I have your back, you know that, and I bet she will go for me,” I know he is grinning from ear to ear, and I turn back into the grocery store parking lot and park. “I know Mikey and I have yours. I’m grabbing the plunger and I’ll be back. Is everything ready?” “You are just now getting the plunger? Damn! Next time, I’ll just go myself.”

A muffled, agonizing cry ripped out from deep inside his chest. He gripped the pregnancy test so hard his hand shook, and viciously slapped himself across the face. Blood instantly pooled at the corner of his mouth. This cold, ruthless Don who controlled the East Coast underworld was crying like a broken child. He had personally destroyed the only woman in the world who loved him. Worse, he had wiped out the only legitimate Costello heir they had half-killed themselves to get. On the exact same day, at a hillside mansion in Brooklyn. Dominic had just gotten back from a shootout at the docks, still smelling like gunpowder.

“You don’t know me.” “I’d like to,” he said. “But only if you want me to.” The music drew to a close. His hand lingered at my back a moment longer than necessary. “I’m not yours to want,” I said, stepping back. He smiled—just barely. “Not yet.” I gave a slight curtsy. “Have a lovely evening, Mr. Laurent.” I walked off the floor, heart pounding. His final words echoed behind me like a promise.

The others nodded in agreement, and I couldn’t help but chuckle along with them. “Also, sorry we haven’t properly introduced ourselves yet, Eli,” Mikey said, his tone shifting to something more genuine. He smiled at me, and for the first time, I felt like I wasn’t just Zack’s little sister tagging along. I waved my hands in front of me, shaking my head. “It’s no big deal,” I said, smiling back at him. “Well, I’m Mikey, and that’s Austin,” he pointed to the guy who had kicked Zack, “and James,” he said, motioning toward the quieter boy standing beside him. James gave me a small nod, not much for words, it seemed.

‘You okay honey’ Mikey smiled at her and Jayne grinned, ‘Has that bloody Nic been harassing you again? Tash blushed a little, ‘Kind of, er, do either of you know who Romero is?’ She asked and then frowned as she saw the look of fear that passed between them, ‘How do you know him?’ Mikey asked quietly glancing around, surreptitiously ‘He was driving past the college just now and he stopped to speak to Nic, I think they may be related, he looked a little like him’ She told them pretending indifference and was shocked when she heard Mikey curse,

She was still trying to relax Donnie after seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ve been training for months, and I’ve fought some of your men. But I’ve never fought a machine before. I don’t know if I can fight and kill 2Pac in front of millions of people.” A tremor escaped from Donnie’s voice as he spoke. He glanced across the room at his two daughters, making sure they couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Giggling, Jessie shrugged, her hands finally leaving the two shafts. "Having fun?" Donna asked, smiling at her. She nodded. "Just enjoying the evening and the water. You being mean to John?" Donna grinned. "A little. I don't think anyone else wants to fool around that much though," she said, "though I think Blake and Sandy are fucking." Jessie nodded, "That's what I figured." Donna smiled, then looked over at Dexter and then Don. Grinning, she leaned in and kissed Jessie, then grabbed Dexter's hand and pulled him away from her.

I spoke earnestly, meeting her eyes. “T-That’s not necessary. “Thank you, Donna.” Sienna stammered. I gave her a meaningful look and turned to step into the elevator. As the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of something dark and unreadable flickering in her large eyes. If that was how it was, then I wouldn’t mind letting them experience my methods. Leonardo returned after midnight. The sharp scent of perfume hit me like a punch, nearly making me gag. Noticing my gaze, he offered a vague excuse, “A few Dons insisted I drink with them.”

"Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because