Donuts Book Novels & Stories

"Oh my god! I thought I had it worst." Looking over my shoulder, Thea stands behind me, picking up a glazed doughnut, bites off the plate, and takes it in her mouth in one bite. "Oh my god!" She moans, licking her fingers. "These are amazing. You got to teach me the recipe. CJ, what's wrong?" I sigh. "Nothing," I shake my head as I stir a batter bowl. Hard and rough, like the ingredients aren't mixing.

A number of my men were already waiting for me at the table downstairs, where breakfast was being served. Immediately they saw me, they all stood up to greet. It was now time for business. "Reports!" I grunted out, plopping myself down on a seat. A couples of files were suddenly slid towards me and without hesitation, I opened them to go through the contents. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I studied the stats on display. Over 70% of the city was now mine. With my reputation as Don Moretti, the ruthless boss of the criminal underworld, I had managed to gather large percentage profits in almost every business, here in Vegas.

The days passed as if nothing had happened, but I no longer felt as happy as before. One day, Lorenzo decided to bring me to attend talks with the ancient Cecile Island family, the Cecilia family. He claimed that it would help me take things off my mind, but I knew that he only wanted to have the perfect Don image. A Don who cared about his wife and family.. Sofia, as the Don's Consigliere, naturally went along as well. She donned a wide beige trench coat and flats with minimal makeup on. She looked every bit the smart and professional woman that she was.

The mischievous look in his eyes was long gone and it was replaced with something indescribable, unfathomable by anyone. "So that was what he was up to?" His assistant muttered beside him. "Who is she?" Draven asked, curious about the woman who could pull the ruthless and profit driven Don from an important meeting, such as theirs. "I have no idea Boss. But from what I heard, the Don had been trying to sniff out the daughter of the former Don's right hand man. The man who was said to have almost brought destruction to the empire." The assistant replied, relying on a piece of information he eaves dropped on.

Not only did we strengthen our hold in Nowork, we even opened new markets in Enroppe. I became a real authority in the underworld. People respectfully addressed me as Donna Corleone. I thought I'd never think about Vincenzo again. Then, a month later, Marco gave me a call. "Freya, Vincenzo… got admitted for alcohol poisoning again. It's his third time now." His voice carried a hint of exhaustion. "The doctor says he may not survive if this continues." "That's not my concern," I replied without hesitation.

"Boss." Damian stopped at the chapel doors. His ring finger felt strangely bare, though he was still wearing the wedding band he had never taken off. In all the chaos, he had not noticed that the other ring, Eve's ring, the one he kept locked in the family safe because it was "too dangerous" for her to wear, had been missing from the manor for two days. She had been leaving long before he saw her stand up. Eve's room was open. The wardrobe was empty except for Serena's dresses, which now looked cheap and desperate hanging there.

“I missed spring cleaning this year; Leila had her books scattered everywhere and I just didn’t want to interrupt her. But she’s gone and we’re free to clean!” Her enthusiasm for cleaning was slightly alarming, but I smiled politely and took a duster from the top of her desk. “Yes ma’am.” ** Kira How many donuts can I get away with? I stared at the empty box that had contained five glorious glazed donuts a few moments before. I was trying not to lick my fingers (“We may be wolves but we still have manners, Kira!” Cynthia had barked at me). Well too bad. She wasn’t here and this glaze was to die for.

"Just my imagination, Maria. I'm fine, thank you for asking." Maria's expression turned concerned. "If I may say so, ma'am, you seem a bit... on edge. Is everything all right?" Aurelia appreciated Maria's discretion. "I just felt like someone was watching me on my way here. Probably just some creepy stranger on the street." Maria's eyes widened slightly. "I see. Well, you're safe now, Chef. We've got a busy day ahead, and I need your expertise on the specials board." Aurelia nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Right, let's get to work. What's the soup of the day?"

Maybe telling them there were even more guards watching the office would freak them out. Before I had to answer, they got distracted with their own tasks. At lunch, when I was about to ask if anyone wanted to order food, I saw Renzo talking to Ma’am Ava. He said something to her, and she nodded. A few minutes later, the door swung open, and the smell of freshly made food filled the room. "Alright, everyone! We’ve got lunch, no need to order or go out," Ma’am Ava said, smiling at me. "Courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Moretti."

The book was upside down for the first twenty before I noticed. Last night had settled into me the way significant things settled — not loudly, not with the drama of the moment itself, but quietly, in layers, the way sediment settled at the bottom of water that had been disturbed. I kept returning to the same points. His hands. The way he confronted Bianca. I pressed my fingers against my sternum. Stop it Sofia. Read your book. Right side up. A knock at my door. Not Valentina’s — too quiet. Not Matteo’s — too measured.