Donny Donowitz Novels & Stories

"That's right. You braggart!" "I think he's just trying to get attention." Donny was not angry when he heard what the crowd had said. "I'm a straightforward and righteous man. I never talk big. If you don't believe me, I'll let you know today," he said, laughing.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

She couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Why did you humiliate her like that? You said her process was unprofessional, but you know as well as I do that Dorothea is the one who..." "The process is unprofessional," Dominic interrupted. "In this world, only the mediocre need a standard protocol to prove their worth." He tilted his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "I donated a laboratory to this school. Not as an entrance f*e. I gave them a chance to understand that anything Kessler is interested in doesn't need to meet anyone else's standards."

She hadn’t been that since he’d discovered her innocence. Donnie surprised him from behind, and Max pretended to adjust the screen for a better angle before grabbing the nearest file. Donnie sank into a nearby chair. Equipment hummed softly in the quiet space. “Did I ever tell you about my wife?” Donnie never spoke of her. She’d passed away from breast cancer a year before and it had nearly killed him. Donnie was still fairly new to the team, only just a year with them. A year that saw less action in the field then they were used to, but there was no doubt that David “Donnie” Wilson, also a former Green Beret and their 18Fox—the intelligence specialist—was in for the long haul. Donnie’s rese