Donny Donowitz Novels & Stories

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Despite his terror, when they tried to force him to kneel, he fought back. They hit him. He went down. And then he got back up. Something in my chest tightened watching him refuse to break. The bidding started and I recognized the voices. Dmitri Sokolov, who had a taste for breaking beautiful things. Marcus Chen, whose basement had seen more horrors than most war zones. Antonio Ferrara, who collected people like art. Any of them would destroy him within weeks. My hand raised before I consciously decided to do it. "Five hundred thousand." The bidding climbed. I kept raising.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

I didn't know that the thing which had been wrong with it, was my ex. If what Donavan was saying was true, then all this while my dad had been on my neck about our relationship, he was doing business with him! That didn't sound right. But then again, Donavan had been at the wedding. A highly secured wedding. My dad had let him in. The worst part of it was, he was related to Theo! How was all of these happening at once? I rushed to the internet and for the first time, typed in Donavan's name into the search bar.

" This Donny that called and you disconnected, is it the same Donny Star, the famous Hollywood actor? " Julian nodded gently before responding. " Yes " " No, wait. You mean, the handsome Donny star who ... " Asher suddenly gives a low cough, interrupting Mini, who pauses and then rephrases her speech. " That same Donny? " " Yes. Donny star. The same one " " Oh my goodness! " The exclamation came that surprised everyone. " I can't believe this. Dr Ju... I mean... Miss ... Julian. You are so lucky "

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

It takes Donovitch a few seconds to catch the joke as his expression changes from confusion to understanding and finally to anger. "Want to know what I think?" He stutters, losing his cool. “Not particularly,” Orch says slowly. Donovitch gets even more agitated. "I think you're just looking to do it with one of those damn Alphas. Huh, is that your thing? Bestiality? I saw how you were getting all hot and bothered watching that video at the briefing." All the humor drained from his voice. His honor has been hurt, and he knows he can't match Orch's wits, so he's just going for the lowest blow he can. I tense and clench my fists, feeling a sudden rush of protection.

It offered a brief distraction from the turmoil brewing within me. I was lost in my thoughts when Anthonio's quiet presence interrupted my solitude. He joined me by the poolside, his footsteps barely audible against the soft murmur of the evening. He informed me that he had gathered as much information as possible about Don. Anthonio spoke of Don's private and enigmatic nature, but I found it hard to focus on his words. Anthonio's concern was evident as he gently probed, asking what troubled me. I brushed off his inquiries with a dismissive wave, claiming it was nothing of importance. But Anthonio persisted, sensing that the root of my distress lay deeper.

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"