Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

“Mr. Donovan, can you confirm that Victor LaSalle orchestrated the capture and torture of Ariana Vanderbilt?” Donovan nodded, his voice steady. “Yes, he did. I was there. I saw everything. Odette had contracted him to do the job”. The defense team, led by a slick attorney named Mark Renner, attempted to undermine Donovan's credibility. “Mr. Donovan, you have a criminal record yourself, do you not?” Donovan's jaw tightened. “Yes, but that doesn't change what I saw.” Renner smirked. “Isn't it possible you're lying to save your own skin?”

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.

“I can’t wait for her to leave.” Mrs. Donovan came down the stairs at that moment and spotted Them. "Are you back?" When Mrs. Jenner stood next to Mona, Mrs. Donovan smiled less warmly and said she was sorry. "I've been working part-time outside all these years. I don't do a good job today. I can resign if you think I'm not right for the job.” Mrs. Donovan looked like she was going to cry when she bent her head. Mona thought of something and asked Mrs. Donovan, “Are you related to Sydney Harlow?”

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.

Kimberly finishes, startling me with her sudden reanimation. Davon turns to her, leaving me to stare at his back. His broad shoulders look tense, telling me that my words had some affect. I wonder if I’ve hurt him? The thought is like barb wire around my heart, trapping me in regret even as reason tells me I should have none. I’m not wrong and he needs to know that, whether it hurts him or not. “It can’t be remedied,” he tells her, stepping closer to the angry young woman, “Now, it’s time for my payment.”

She'd been more than willing to be under his control only moments ago. Valiant purred and rubbed his head against her shoulder, and she absently scratched him behind the ear, watching Donovan pace across the tiny room. He grew more frustrated with every passing second. Finally, he sighed. "Fine. I'll see what I can do. Keep me updated." He hung up. "Who was it?" Sloane asked. Donovan hardly glanced her way. He was typing something into his phone. "Leo. We've got a complication." "Did he get news about Roth?" Fear tickled her spine.

Davien’s P.O.V Donovan Griffins and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I cannot exactly recall how we got about to befriending each other, but let’s just say that man had been the persistent one since day one. While I’m more of a recluse and prefer my own company most of the time, Donovan is more outgoing and quite the womanizer. With his playful ways, I still wonder how he’d even managed to pull through law school and even rise to prominence as one of the most highly decorated divorce lawyers in the country. Who knew that one day his chosen area of expertise would actually come in handy?

The message read: Lana, we really need you at the office immediately. My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly became so worked up. This wasn’t the usual prank Liam pulls off on me each time he just needs me and my services in the office. Because it actually seemed like something was wrong. Donovan swung the day open, walking in in his pair of jeans and quality off-white polo. His handsome look and cologne that brushed my nostril had me fall in love once again, ugh.

Given his usual appearance and the fact that he never repeated a vehicle, people were more likely to lean towards the debt narrative. Donovan was in a tight spot, how else was he going to find her? He even told Darby Salmon he was gay saying it was their secret. She broke up with him immediately but he knew she could keep his fake secret and if she didn’t, he had more of hers to share. The phony campaign was finally over but he felt weak and helpless even if he had done the right thing. “You ready?” Kenny asked. “Yeah,” Donovan responded. Frank Dubel was to be sworn in at midnight. The last thing they wanted to do was to watch the news.

I dropped the wooden bucket into the well, the rope spinning through my palms until the splash echoed from the dark bottom. Donovan was standing ten feet away, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He wasn't watching the road. He was watching me. When I pulled the rope back up, the wood bucket dripping water onto the dirt, he didn't try to take it from me. He just stood there, his face hard, his shoulders hunched against the biting wind. “Rylan wants to see you,” Donovan said.