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.

"He came here alone. No weapons. No backup. He's not attacking. He's making a point." "The point is that he can reach you. He was inside my penthouse, Essa. He took photos of you in my home." His voice cracked on the last word, and the sound of it—the Don's voice cracking—made my chest ache. "I promised I'd keep you safe."

Donovan said and I ran my hand through my hair. “24 hours, I'm giving you just 24 hours, your time is ticking.” I walked off after that. I could hear him curse as I left. Donovan is a gambling addict, drug dealer and arms dealer. We make sure that his dealings are smooth, no police interference, just smooth dealings. In return, he supplies us with all the arms we need, but I got a tip that he's been working with a different person, and he's trying to ditch us, which is foolish because that is not how this work is done.

"You little shit, out playing silly games again." Donovan finally coughs out the paper and got his ass off the couch he was sleeping on, which haa dirty clothes, empty beer cans, pizza boxes, and a half bag of chips. He rubs his eyes to yank sleep off them and yawns. He shouldn't be more than fourty five, with a heavy red faded beard. He is standing tall, almost as tall as Max and hairy like a aasquatch. His frown deflates and forms into a stupid sick grin, when he notices me standing next to Max.

Reed made introductions to the other couple, Donovan Kelly and his girlfriend, Elly. “Donovan’s our catcher. He’s also a solid hitter and can just about play any position if we’d let him.” “Pour her some champagne, Reed. She needs that more than baseball lessons,” Chi Chi said a little too loudly. Reed poured the sparkling drink for me and I took my first sip. Thank goodness it was a small one because the bubbles unexpectedly tickled my nose. “Get the first one down, hun, and you’ll feel better.” Chi Chi to the rescue.

Since then, Beckham still has the grudges of Donovan on his mind for always standing in his way which was the reason why he had decided to bring down the RK Mafia names by doing all he can to kill him. All he wanted was to have such a position and powers that he have so he was certain that he would be able to get everything by approaching Clara and working with her. Donovan on the other hand do have a family but they were nothing like Him a Mafia. They were just these business partners who managed their company. Donovan's father was WILSON. A popular business man with five wives and ten childrens. Donovan was the first son of Wilson. Kelly was the first daughter of Wilson

"How are you feeling?" He's nothing like Damon, and that terrifies me. Donovan steps fully into the room and the morning light from the window catches him properly. I can see him now. Really see him. Tall. Easily six-three. Broad shoulders that fill the doorway but he moves carefully. Deliberately. Like he's aware of his size and trying not to overwhelm the space. Dark hair. Black maybe. Or very dark brown. Cut short but not military. Just practical. His jaw is strong. Sharp lines. Stubble that says he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

The waitresses quickly took Dohana to her table and in just a few minutes, Donovan arrived and joined her. Donovan had just come from a meeting at work, so he was well dressed with a black business suit, looking handsome and manly. "Dohana," Donovan said with a warm smile, his heart skipping as he stared at her gorgeous yellow long bodycon dress, looking all elegant and ready to mingle. "Donovan," Dohana said as she nodded in approval of his stylish look. "You look handsome." Donovan blushed and took the opportunity to sit down with a straight face. "Dohana, please don't flirt. Like I said, I like you but you're my friends girlfriend… I mean wife-to-"

Another full day had already passed since Andrew had left Chetvine. "Alright, time's up." Inside the Lloyd family base, Donovan slowly opened his eyes as he rose from his chair. He was already 80, and although his martial skills had long stopped advancing, the sharp light in his gaze was still intimidating.

It's only once the adrenaline wears off and Serena is calmer that I notice how bad Donovan is. He has lost a significant amount of weight. His clothes are far too loose, and his face is gaunt under the bruising. His eye is practically swollen shut, and an X-ray showed that both ulnas in his arms have been repeatedly broken. Obvious signs of defensive injuries, trying to protect himself from a beating. "Goddess have mercy". I turn and see Connor in the doorway. Liam came in behind him and just froze. I speak just above a whisper. "Connor. What's his colour?".