Novel & Cerita Finlay Donovan Is Killing It

“Why the sudden interest? Don Castell just returned from Switzerland last month. Apparently, his heart is failing, but only the core members have the details. Luca might not be privy to the information.” I nodded. In my past life, Giovanni Castell, the former Don, passed away two months before my death. His passing was sudden, and he didn’t leave a will in place. As the firstborn son, Matteo ascended to the role of the new Don by default. Amid the skewed power dynamics, Juliana pulled some strings and secured her brother a place in the family’s core. However, things were different in this life. Matteo wasn’t Giovanni’s only son.

I became the biggest joke of the Conti family. And now, divorced, he gave it back. It was laughable. The car engine had barely started when my phone exploded with messages from the family's internal chat. [Madre, there's a problem with this quarter's whitewashed accounts. When will you review them?] [Madre, the young master needs a personal bodyguard. Who should we assign?] [Madre, there's a clash with the rival family tonight. How should we allocate resources?] … I closed my tired eyes, my fingers flying over the screen. Once I finished, I sent the final message: [I'm divorced from Dante. From now on, Conti family matters are no longer my concern.]

I had forgotten that Keegan’s beta, Donavon, didn’t have a mate yet. He was just so quiet, mostly keeping to himself. But the way he literally picked Gael up and moved him out of the way to get to Kesha was impressive…and freaking hilarious. The look on Gael’s face when Donavon wrapped his meaty hands around his waist and literally picked him up and moved him to the side was priceless. Goddess, I wish I had a camera.

Jake tried to put on a brave front. Donovan enjoyed the way the conversation was going. It was only going to make things very easy for him to work with. "It's only people who have suddenly lost their memory who would speak the way you did. Do you want to tell me that you have forgotten how I lent you money when you were in that mess? You killed the man and I helped you clear your name, if you don't give me what I want, you are going to be in trouble not only with your father but with the state, your father is practically against you for marrying your ex-fiancee, if that is not a warning then I don't know what else is." Donovan replied.

"WITH ALL THE AUTHORITY I HOLD, BEING YOUR BROTHER. I, FLETCHE DONOVAN, ANNOUNCE YOU, EMERSON DONOVAN and ALEX JEFFERSON AS LAWFUL FIANCÉ. YOU MAY KISS YOUR FIANCÈ''. Fletcher announced clearing his throat, holding a bottle as Mic. And as if any more crimson was left for Alex, he helplessly snuggled into a happy, laughing Emerson. ******** Tabby

"What was that look you gave her by the pool today? I've known you for ten years. When have you ever looked at someone like you wanted to kill them?" "Don Maximus." "What?" "I won't touch her," I said, enunciating every word. "I swear." He stared at me for a long moment, probably not expecting me to agree so easily, before turning and leaving with a heavy sigh. Not long after he left, Mia came in with my dinner. "Donna, Jenna had her baby." I put down my book. "How's the child?" "A boy, but he has a high fever. The doctors say it doesn't look good."

Clearly, she wasn’t. Donovan laughed louder. “That slap echoed, man. Like a church bell in a cathedral. I swear my ancestors felt it.” Kelvin shot them a deadly glare, but it only made them laugh more. Donovan leaned on the desk, grinning. "Be honest, did it hurt?" Kelvin didn’t reply, but the way his jaw tightened said enough. "Alina’s got some serious aim," Donovan said, shaking his head. "I respect that." Kelvin’s fists clenched. "Get out."

She was good pussy but annoying as fuck and never listened. She was right, we were done. I'm in my bathroom trying to control my breathing when we leave to avenge my cousin's death in one hour. I was Don and my family was my life, my duty. I left the bathroom, stoning my face and removing my emotions. I was the same Caelum I had been since I was eight years old. Nothing bothered me and no one crossed me. ——— We arrived at the club and my men fanned out. The plan was to shoot him from behind, but I wanted to pound his face in. I needed to unleash this rage inside me.

"Mr. Sterling, do you spend so much time at the top that you've started treating everyone else like fools?" "The man outside belongs to Flint Donovan, doesn't he?" Julian cut in sharply. When surprise flickered across Tristan's face, Julian continued. "He probably had no advance knowledge of tonight. But now that things have reached this point, he has no choice but to send someone to help you clean it up." Tristan suppressed his reaction and replied coolly, "What are you talking about? Who's Flint Donovan? I have no idea what you mean." "That sniper rifle isn't meant to kill me," Julian said, ignoring him. "And it isn't meant to kill Sydney either."

This idiot has a death wish. ~~ AN, Hey Babes, Please check my new novel, PROMISE ME, JAKE. Regular updates for that one will come after Don’s Fiancee. That’s the plan. Lol. Please do tell me if that book has a chance. Much love, ljxx