Novel & Cerita Finlay Donovan Is Killing It

He seemed to be enjoying the video. Anger surged in Donovan, he stood from where he was and went to the men. He collected their phones and then slammed them to the floor. They both stood to yell at the man in front of them but unlucky, they were both short and dry-chested. Also, the aura that spewed from Donovan was enough to make them both bow their heads in surrender. Donovan didn't wait for any apologies from them, he punched the first one and when the second one wanted to run, he held him by the shirt and dragged him back. He punched him again, and one of his teeth flew out of his mouth.

The floodgates burst wide open after that, as headlines and breaking news bulletins filled up my screen. **TROUBLED TEEN( ELLA THOMPSON) REPORTEDLY LEAKS VIDEO EXPOSING DONOVAN FAMILY LIES TO GET REVENGE AFTER BITTER BREAKUP** **WHERE IS TOMMY DONOVAN NOW? FATHER LIED ABOUT SON'S RUMORED 'STUDY ABROAD' AFTER SUSPICIOUS INCIDENT** Unable to stomach any further revelations or fallout, I slammed my thumb down on the power button, cutting off the phone before it could drill any deeper into my shattered psyche.

Maybe I need to ask her questions by myself. ******* Donovan punished them just as he wanted and four of them died. The other five including Shirley and Owen survive. But that doesn't decrease his Anger for them at all, to him they failed the mission woefully by leaving Clara behind and he doesn't compliment that. But he's going to deal with them by himself when he's back because he's currently on his way to meet Dennis who had wanted him to come ****

“If your theory does turn out to be true, then it's better she stays close. Easier to control something in your bed than at your gates, don't you think?” Matteo sighed. He was unconvinced, but he knew better than to voice them out. Arguing would only be him crossing the line, and he knew better than to do that. I parted my lips to speak, but before any more words could hit the air, the door burst open. “Luca?” Irritation and anger tinged my voice as my eyes landed on the panting man in front of me. “What is the meaning of this?” “Apologies, Don.” My men knew better than to burst in here unannounced, so whatever it was couldn't be good. “Its an emergency.”

Today is the day it all ends, today, Donovan must meet his maker. “Then you are going to have to kill me, Draven, because I’m not leaving here,” his eyes were on Donovan laying helplessly and covered in his blood on the floor as if trying to ascertain if he was indeed still alive. Another man might have died from those bruises and the amount of blood he was loosing, but Donovan was a lycan prince and it was going to take more than that to kill him.

Whatever I had to do, had to be done, and it was done already. Killian Donovan.

He rolled off me as if he had been burned, stumbling back to stand by the bed. He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle, his back stiff and lonely. "Don't try to run again, Ivy. You know I can't let you go. But..." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in defeat, "I don't want to hurt you. Don't force me." He slammed the door shut. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I sat there quietly until midnight. I heard two maids whispering outside the door. "Looks like we're getting a new Donna . That Elena sure has means."

I watched his ruin not with glee, but with the cold focus of a pathologist observing a terminal disease run its course. The storm of rage had passed. It left behind a stagnant, toxic silence. That silence seemed to seep through the surveillance feeds. It filled the safe house. It chilled my bones. The cameras we had strategically placed in his villa—a final, invasive layer of my revenge—showed a ghost now. A ghost haunting the ruins of his own life. He was no longer the impeccably dressed Don. He was a hollowed-out man in a rumpled suit. The same one he'd worn for three days. He paced the vast, empty rooms. The echoes of his own footsteps were his only company.

I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, how his voice strained to stay in control. It would be way too easy to jump, let the world believe he had pushed me. Let them paint him as the villain. It wouldn't be that far from the truth. "I jump," I muttered in a voice that held no emotions. "and it’s your face on the headlines tomorrow. Wife of Infamous Mafia Don Pushed to her death!" He flinched, barely, but I saw it. "It would be a nightmare for you." "You won’t do it," he growled.

The drive was silent all through and only when they were parked in the estate did Phillip speak. "What happened, Don?" He asked. "Friend to friend, I have never seen you so angry, yet so disconnected. What happened in there?" Donovan looked at him, pain and anger in his gaze. "I believe I've found clarity. I cannot be the reason for anyone to choose a different path they are clearly not built for just to- to prove a point. Neither do I want to continue being seen as a uh- a jailer. I'm done with that. And friend to friend, I'm getting divorced after our exams. She needs her freedom."