Donovan Gordon Novels & Stories

Donovan was fast and resilient, he had been fighting for a while now but I couldn't see any signs of him getting tired so I decided to add more stress to him. He punched at me once more and I dodged slower this time, his punch landing squarely in my shoulder and dislocating the joint. Even when weakened, he was still this powerful. My shoulder stung but it wasn't much. I ignored the pain, stepping on his foot and making him lose balance. Then I struck.

“But without her, I won’t.” He stared at me. Long. Hard. Then smiled. But it wasn’t warm. It wasn’t kind. It was sharp. “You’ll regret that,” he said. Then he walked out. The door closed. The silence returned. But it wasn’t the same. Because Giovanni had seen something. And he wasn’t wrong. The balance had shifted. ** The numbers were good. Better than good. Meetings ran late, deals closed faster, and the men whispered that the Don had found his rhythm again. But I knew the truth.

“Knew that’d do it.” “Whatever, dickweed. You said you had a way to get me cash? What is it? It better not be illegal—I’ve got enough fucking problems,” I snap. “It’s one hundred percent legal. It’s gotten me out of tight spots when I was strapped,” he assures me. I look at him, confused. What the hell is he talking about? He reaches into his pocket and hands me a paper. I take it and read the first two words. “Sperm donation?!”

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s

"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.

Donovan's life actually offered anything worth rambling about. Lying on the plush bed, I absentmindedly traced the design on the ceiling, piecing together the puzzle I'd cobbled together so far. A basic internet search, my first move, hadn't yielded much. Viktor Donovan, a photographer of modest renown specializing in capturing nature's beauty. A few art galleries had showcased his work with lukewarm sales.

Hell, Amber herself had masturbated to his pictures many times before she ever set foot into his penthouse and got to experience the real fucking thing. “I’m Grayson Godwin. Thanks for you and your family helping my friend Leo. I greatly appreciate it. And if there is anything I can do for you in return, please let me know.” Donovan was easy on the eyes himself and had a nice collection of muscles peeking out his t-shirt. His blond curly hair skimmed his shoulders and his eyes were grey that pretty kind rarely achieved naturally, but often through contacts. He also had impressive teeth for someone born in a ghetto with limited access to dentists.

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.

He headed directly for Gordon's table, a swear outbreak on his face. "What has gotten into you?" Gordon asked without raising his head from the table. "I don't know how to say this but Richard Donovan is currently on his way here." Ethan answered, sweating under his palms. Everyone who worked closely with Gordon, knew how much hatred Gordon had for the ma. He hated the man to the point of not going to whatever events Richard was also invited to. He hated him to the point of avoiding meetings that had Richard in it. Gordon's eyes hardened. The already plummeting temperature, dropped even further.

Jack hadn't given her much information yet, so she decided to do a little research. Evans Chris Donovanera is a former Formula 1 driver in his early twenties. He had abandoned the tracks to dedicate himself to his father, George Banks, in the technological field. In both areas he was the best, always standing out for his intelligence and visionary eye. In less than five years running DonovanEnterprise, his family's private company, he was among the pillars responsible for the New York economy. His photos at the many events he had attended showed a man closed to the world. Her escorts, always famous models or actresses, were a perfect contrast of beauty and exposure. Lora hadn't seen many pic