Novel & Cerita Donovan Black

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

I inquired from the man that kept staring at me keenly. If there was any reason whatsoever, then he had to make it plain before everyone. "I meant that, be all know that Donovan loves women. How else can we get to him except sending a lady whom I believe he would be interested in?" The man responded. I gazed at Mr Blackwood to understand how this was going to play out. If they thought I was going to risk my neck just to get them some information then they had another thing coming. "Gentlemen, I sincerely think that we all should calm down. It won't be easy dealing with Donovan especially now that we don't know who he is working with." Mr Blackwood responded.

“You’re stuck in a cold marriage. You get nothing in the end. But I’m offering you a way out. I'm offering you Money, Protection and Freedom.” “I don’t need your money.” He leaned closer. “What about your family’s company? It’s struggling. I could help. I could save it. All I need… is your help.” Kate stared at him. “Why are you really doing this?” Donovan’s voice dropped. “Because William Dray humiliated me once. He Took a deal from right under me, And now, I’m going to take something from him.” “You want to hurt him,” she said. “I want balance. I want us to be even.”

"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?"

I don't know how she scored the job at this young age but I respect her. " Come in " She says I straighten my black belt over my short tight blue gown before opening the door. I move in and close the door silently before facing a beautiful woman. " Ms Dove " Ms Brahms calls and smiles. Are you lost ?. Don't worry let me fill you in. Yes my name is callum but my first name Dove. My name is weird because both my first and last name means the same thing. Callum means Dove too. My mum named me by the first bird she saw when she gave birth to me. It means purity.

"You should be used to it, having spent most of your life in prison." Sophia locked eyes with Iris, kneeling to meet her at eye level. "Guess what? I gave Adonis a proposition. Let's see how much he loves you. He insulted me, choosing you and your loudmouth friend over me. He thought he could make me look bad, but I'm the one in control. Your life is in my hands now." Iris's tired voice replied, "You can't blackmail him.” Despite her drained appearance, her gaze held a disturbing spark of confidence, like she was already assured that she would leave the building alive.

Maneuvering the car into a corner as my body moved sideways from the aggressive driving. "Where is Donovan?" I asked the strange guy. He was bald, wore an all black outfit and had a snake tattoo at the nape of his neck. "Him and I take Shift." His voice echoed, coming out with an Italian accent. Now my intuition was high. "Hello? Vanessa, are you there?" Daniel asked me. I completely forgot about him. I unmuted the call. "Yeah I am, just hold on a sec." I responded by trying to call Donovan on the side. His phone wasn't going through. I decided to call Edward. It kept taking me to voicemail.

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

Alina said under her breath, very faintly enough for only her to hear. Lukan Blackwood. Darius's Capo and Alina's ex lover. He strode in with the same confidence he's always carried. Alina envied him. Those same calm green eyes he used to stare at her affectionately with. Now looked past her like she was almost invisible. Her heart clenched bitterly at his nonchalance. “He'll be going along to keep an eye on you.” Darius turned to face her. His tone firmer. “Don't disappoint me.”