Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

” I throw the car in park and as I open the door, Donovan forces a shift. ‘Donovan, what the fuck?’ ‘You’re acting like a crazed man. You’re a fucking Guardian and you’re acting like an idiot. I’m taking over.’ He grabs the bag out of the car with his teeth and runs back into the packhouse and up the stairs. Lily is holding on to the walls trying to get down the hall. Donovan gently walks up to her, leaning against her as she has a contraction. “Hey Donovan. Did you get tired of Clint acting stupid?”

Chapter 73 Donavon paced back and forth in the dimly lit chamber of the safe house, his hands clenched into fists. His mind was in turmoil, tangled in a mess of anger, regret, and newfound clarity. He had spent years believing in the elders, trusting their wisdom, following their guidance, but now the truth burned him from the inside. They had orchestrated everything. His father’s death. His misplaced hatred for Zuri. The entire power shift in the Blue Moon Pack. And the worst part? He had allowed it to happen.

The door swung open. Donovan stood there. Relief, so profound it was dizzying, washed over me. Donovan, Ronan’s head of household. A mountain of a man with a shaved head and a permanent, stern frown. He was dressed not in Lancaster black, but in dark, tactical gear streaked with dirt. In his hand was a combat knife, its tip dark. “Donovan,” I breathed.

"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 thought and my blood turned cold as I realized that if it was truly important, he would have sent Lucien like I had suggested then but he went himself and never told me what the important business was. "His marriage is really trending all over social media now." My mum said and I hurriedly ended the call, without telling her goodbye, needing to be sure of what I have just heard. "Please don't be true, don't be true." I whispered, my voice cracking as I went on the net and just like mum said, it was making headlines. "DON LUCIANO, FEARED MAFIA DON AND BUSINESS MOGUL REMARRIES AFTER YEARS." Attached to the news of a picture of a girl in her twenties or thirties in a wedding dress and he, i

“So what do you hope to gain from being here with us?” “I feel like there’s a disconnect between my mind and body right now. I don’t know if you can tell but I work out a lot,” Iris definitely could tell by his incredibly prominent muscles under his shirt. “And I had a pretty bad knee injury ten years ago playing football and it’s been acting up again.” Donovan was telling the truth. Once upon a time he had been on the track to an NFL career, but a bad injury in college took that away. He didn’t have much of a fall back which was probably why he now did odd jobs and was paid to sleep with beautiful women.

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

“ 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

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

Donovan told me the next auction will be the first one that he has visited in over 5 years and that he's excited knowing that we will be giving everyone we purchase their freedom. Donovan and I are getting into a good flow of things. I’m happy with him. I never would’ve imagined that things would be as good as they are. He’s still stressed because no attacks have come from the Red River Pack and he is certain that it’s just a matter of time. I know he’s right, but deep down, I hope he is wrong. I want to believe that life will always be good and easy for us. But… I know that’s naïve of me to think that it could be our reality.