Donovan Black Novels & Stories

“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.”

''You're getting really good at this Sky'' Connor admonished. He was introduced to me as the Beta of the Gruffslitter pack. Damian's pack. ''Thanks, Connor'' The training begun a few weeks ago and now I already know everything I need to know thanks to Christian and Connor by the way. Since Connor is full wolf he needed a vampire to help him understand what he would be dealing with in the course of our training. I must say they make a very good team.

“Damon Vyon?” I nodded, “Yes. Do you know him? I mean everyone in New York would know him.” “I only got to know about him a couple of weeks ago,” Luca said, a sudden look of reverence falling on his face. “I heard he’s not just a bad guy, but a feared powerful one.” He snapped his fingers then as if snatching the thoughts away from his head. “Anyway, Don Vyon bought you off some slave market?”

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

Beside me, Dante hadn't said a word since we pulled into the cemetery lot. He just sat there; still, staring ahead, jaw clenched, eyes stormy. Dressed in a crisp black suit with a black tie and white shirt, he looked exactly like the kind of man people would fear at a funeral. The Mafia Boss. The Don. The untouchable one. But I knew better. I knew what this moment was costing him.

he said, voice suddenly cooler, “can’t even afford what they already own.” I blinked. “He’s drowning, Aziza,” Malcolm continued. “Drowning in debt. Favors he can’t repay. The deal with the ministry fell through. The house? Leased under a false name. And you…” He spun me slowly, voice dropping. “…you’re just one more thing he’s trying to use to stay afloat.” I stopped moving. Just for a second. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because I don’t want to watch you go down with him.”

He thought my silence was rejection. "Dante—" "When you're ready," he said, and his voice was steady again, controlled, the Don's mask sliding back into place even as his eyes still burned with everything he'd confessed. He released me slowly, gently, and the space between us opened up like a wound. "I'll be here." "Boss." Marco's voice was pained, apologetic, but urgent. "Intercept team's in position. Sophia's convoy is three minutes out." Dante straightened. The shift was brutal in its completeness—the man who'd just laid his soul bare, vanishing behind the Don's cold authority. He turned toward the elevator, his posture already locked into battle mode.

Once, at a family gathering, Marco announced in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved most, and so I would be the one and only Donna in the family. He would also introduce me to others at various social events, showing off how wonderful I was. Thinking back on all the good things he had done in the past, I calmly stood up. I didn't even have the slightest urge to read the comments. Before, when I saw posts like these, I would throw fits, demand an explanation from Marco, and make up every excuse for him.