Donovan Black Novels & Stories

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.”

And I would honor that choice by winning. We arrived at the council chambers just as the sun began to set. The building was a fortress of glass and steel, built by the families decades ago. Inside, the five Dons of the city waited. Marco Castellano was already there, his presence a reassuring anchor. And in the center of the room, at a table draped in black, sat the duplicate. She was wearing my face. She was wearing my clothes. But she wasn't wearing my life. Not yet. "Essa Kane." The eldest Don, a man named Salvatore Greco, spoke from his throne-like chair. "You've requested an audience with the council. State your purpose."

I absolutely refused to make myself small for any man. I went back to the bedroom and started packing up my things. Even though we had been married for several years, I had pathetically little to my name. As the Donna, I was expected to lead by example. Thus, while the family was expanding, lavish spending was out of the question. In just a few minutes, I had packed everything up. Looking at the master bedroom, which was almost unchanged, I felt as if a lifetime had passed. I'd poured all of my heart and soul into Marco and the family, but all I got in return was his betrayal and indifference.

I smirked and gave her a small nod before stepping away to join Donovan. “I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” I remarked as we made our way to a quieter corner of the room. “I wouldn’t have missed it,” Donovan said smoothly, signaling a waiter for two glasses of whiskey. “Besides, I hoped to catch you. I knew you’d come in honor of your old man.” I accepted the glass, raising a brow with a knowing smile. “Something on your mind?” Donovan took a measured sip. “You’ve been making waves with the new policies at Blackwood Marketing lately, especially with the Singapore merger. People are talking.”

Brian walked into Ace’s office with a tablet in his hands and looked worried. The light from the tablet shines on his face. “It’s everywhere now,” Brian said. Ace didn’t answer. He held out his hand, took the tablet, and scrolled. Headline after headline filled the screen. Rafael Donovan Claims Control of Blacke Tech. Donovan Announces New Leadership Direction for Tech Giant. CEO Ace Blacke Yet to Comment. Ace set the tablet on the desk. His jaw muscle flexed, then it relaxed. His look was calm but cold. “It took them a few days to push it out to every media outlet,” he said. “That means it was timed. They know what they are doing.”

He paused, “The deed has already been done.” “Hey Kenny,” Donovan said, “Do you think I’m going to make heaven?” he joke. “Your chances are very slim Dony boy.” “Are you up for a sparing partner?” “You want to add to your loosing streak?” “I see you like to toot your own horn Kenny” “I’ll have the car ready in five, bring your attitude.” Donovan laughed following directly behind him. *** KEKURA UNDERGROUND RING Donovan loved his hobbies, especially kick boxing. When he was feeling overwhelmed by work, he would stop by his favorite understand ring. It was owned by his friend, Chad.

"And these foreign large diamonds are top-notch. They're absolutely rare treasures that would make many women scream. They complement your unique aura perfectly." Jennifer, however, simply crossed her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, and said casually, "Thank you for the gifts. Now, what's your other purpose?" She had long since detected that there was more to his visit than met the eye. Donovan didn't beat around the bush. He smiled and said, "Jen, you're as sharp as ever, and I admire that. To be frank, I've recently joined Campbell Pharmaceutical as the Product Department Manager." Donovan's excitement was palpable.

I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming into a gloved hand. Donovan didn’t answer. He stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and knuckles onto the concrete. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he wasn’t seeing me. Like he was seeing red. One of his men stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Sir, we should get you—” “Get away from me,” Donovan snarled, and the man stopped dead. He looked at me then. Really looked. His face changed. Just slightly. The rage didn’t leave, but something else cut through it. Guilt. Fear. Something that looked a lot like regret.

He is a nightmare. The king of the underground, They call him Don king. also, a business Mogul on the surface. He got away with anything he does legal or illegal because the Government respect or more like fear him, they stay out of his way. No force team dare to stand in his way down from the cops to the FBI. He is a second God on Earth. But what could such a man be in our conversation. "Huh?" "For Christ’s sake Ava, you are getting married to Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso." Tricia screamed, even I am startled from her outburst, then recover only to remain frozen in place.

Donovan finished for him, “Ain't that the truth. I’m telling you, after that viral video of the fight with your cousin and all the drama that went down, everyone wants to see this mystery chick that the two best players at Westbrook are fighting over." My blood went cold just from hearing him say that, comparing me to that slick bastard. "Since when has Noah been getting called that?" "Since he helped us win against the Sharks," Donovan said matter-of-factly. "You know we couldn't have done it without him, dude. I hate to admit it but the guy is a fucking beast on the field." "You know I would've done it if it weren't for my fucked-up leg," I bit out, huffing with frustration.