Donny Donowitz Novels & Stories

She will pay for making me feel this way. I start the engine. This isn't over, little angel. Not even close. --- My phone rings as I pull out of the estate. Marco. "Don, we found something." "What?" "Anne's been working late night shifts at a club. The Velvet Room. Dancing, maybe waitressing. She's there most nights until two or three in the morning." I grip the wheel tighter. A club. She's been dancing in some filthy club for money. "Why?" "She's struggling, Don. Living alone, working double shifts. No visible support."

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

I told him. Barely had the words come out of my mouth and he was already shaking his head. “You see, Chase Maddox, that is where you have gotten it all wrong,” Donny said. “First of all, we have a lot to discuss about; a lot of catching up to do, and secondly, you owe me,” he added. “Owe you what?” I asked him angrily. “Quite a number of things,” Donny said. “You must have lost your mind,” I snarled at him. “And I will be damned if I let you come anywhere close to Derrick again,” I said.

The debt he mentioned at his estate dinner? Yes, things had been... patchy last week. But everything was back to normal now. The staff were back. The cars. The paintings. I went on a limitless shopping spree this morning—for fun. So... what wasn’t adding up? My face must have shown how confused I was because Malcolm turned to Wilbet and said, “Well, Willy boy, care to tell the class what’s going on?” Still no answer. But a muscle ticked in Wilbet’s jaw. He was clearly annoyed.

I nod back and step past him, still holding Fabiola’s hand. Donnie’s room is more like its own apartment inside the house. My heart is pounding in my ears as my eyes sweep the enormous living room and come to rest on Donnie, seated on the main couch in a scarlet robe, a cocktail glass in one hand, his gold pocket watch in the other. He checks it casually, then looks up at me. “One minute to spare. Well done, Dominic.” I feel Fabiola’s grip tighten around my hand. Not only that, but she’s quivering.

“Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.” I grin when I see Donny leaning against the ropes of the main ring. He’s been here since my father was still sneaking out to fight underground before he put on his fancy suits. Donny’s hair is more gray than black now, his nose is crooked three different ways, his smile is big, and he is missing a tooth. He flicks his eyes at Liana, who’s hovering near the door with her arms crossed like she might bolt any second. “And who’s this? Didn’t know you brought your girlfriends around here.”

Oliver replied. “Yeah Right! I thought I'd be sober hehe" Donny replied smiling. "You really need a wife" Oliver growled. "Fuck off! Girls will cry for me haha" Donny said smiling. “Oh really? I thought you were a good guy now? "Oliver said. "In business, not into girls" Donny replied. "Seriously? Let's see" smiling Oliver said. Donny is a certified playboy.He never had a serious relationship. "Whatever" smiling Donny said.

But he told me it would help stop any infection, so it was worth it. He was packing his things when the door flew open and Christopher walked in. I instantly stood up but kept my gaze down on the floor. It just showed a little bit of respect, Donny however, didn’t even look at Chris. I felt really awkward, just standing there in silence. Chris didn’t pay any attention to either of us until he noticed that Donny was paying him no attention whatsoever. ‘Donny, Nice to see you can follow simple orders and do what I ask’.