Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Novels & Stories

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

I stop at my door, slide the key in, and ignore his last comment—otherwise, my response might be a punch to his face. “Great seeing you as always, Flav. Tell Aunt Frieda I said hi,” I say, opening the door. “I’d invite you in, but I’ve got things to do.” “Is that any way to treat your favorite cousin?” I sigh, holding the door. “What do you want, Flavio?” “I want you to join this new deal with me. We’d run merch from state to state.” “By ‘merch,’ you mean guns?” “And drugs.”

His words hung heavy in the air, taunting Donovan's wounded pride. Fuelled by his rage, Donovan unleashed a torrent of blows upon the old man, his fists raining down with a primal ferocity. Pain and desperation etched themselves onto the old man's face, his pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Unbeknownst to Donovan, a hidden observer had captured the brutal scene on video, immortalizing his violent outburst.

Mica said aggrievedly, “Senior, I’m helping you. I can’t bear watching you become a cuckold. This is simply a great insult.” ‘That’s right! You keep mentioning such a great insult in front of so many people. Are you helping me to achieve the title of a cuckold?’ Smack! Donovan smacked Mica’s neck, knocking her unconscious. Immediately afterward, he looked at Ynes. “Now the matter has come to this point, I don’t want to say anything anymore. I, Donovan Orlando, have my reputation turned into a laughing stock because of you. So kill yourself now, and I won’t take my anger out on your Yorkshire Palace.”

This time Stefan wasn’t going to lose, no when he had climbed that mountain for so long. “If you really wanted to make something to her you should’ve helped me, Donnovan!” Stefan raised his voice. Donnovan just smiled. By that moment Stefan knew everything. Donnovan wanted to kill his ex-wife. “I think what happened was the best. Now we have the woman in our hands. We can easily for her and bring her over with her stupid child. Your twin brother is going to suffer so much.” Stefan looked at Donnovan. He seemed to be fine with what had happened. Maybe, he was right, all Stefan had to know was to be patient.

“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.

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.

“Catherine Flora! How did the odds start favoring us this much?” “She brought the mayor into it” “Damn” “The girl even rejected the money I gave, I’m worried about her” “Really? You expected her to take the money and go home?” “No but—” he brushed his hands through his hair. “So, what next?” “I already got rid of the forum and paid off most of the girls involved” “You added an NDA didn’t you?” Donovan bowed his head in shame, “Yes,” he slammed his fists on the table.

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.

"Because you killed him?" "I became Don because someone had to. And I wasn't going to let it be one of his cronies who'd let the abuse continue." Dante finally looked at her, his steel-gray eyes dark in the dim light. "I was twenty-six. Too young, according to the family. But I was ruthless enough that no one dared challenge me." "Weren't you scared?" "Terrified." The admission surprised them both. "But fear is just another thing to control. To use. I channeled it into making sure no one would ever have that kind of power over me again."