Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Novels & Stories

Darius waved for her to move closer to him seated behind the dark brown and white mahogany desk. “You called for me sir.” Alina said, her tone clipped and formal. She always talked formally to Darius, despite his instructions that she was a special exception. Alina was his goddaughter and he wanted her to treat him more like a father than a boss, which she just couldn’t bring herself to. Darius Andersen was Florida's Mafia Don. The biggest and most feared in America. “I see you've taken care of the senator.” Darius nods towards her dirty self. Not like he particularly cared about appearance. The only thing he cares enough about is that the job gets done. Something Karl couldn't do, apparentl

Someone had thrown down a gauntlet and expected me to dance to its tune. I pocketed the blade, sealed the evidence, and slid Joe’s wallet into a secure pouch. Then I went to the window and watched the city breathe in ignorance. They’d lit the match. Fine. I would do what a Don must when the game was thrown at his feet. I would burn the board to ash and dig down to the men who struck the first spark.

That brief look enraged Giorgio even further. My voice saying the words, "the Little Donna", rang in his ears. He drew the pistol from his waist in a fit of rage. With a loud bang, a bullet grazed past the maid's ear and lodged itself forcefully into the wall behind her. The maid screamed in terror and crumpled to the floor. Giorgio wiped the gun barrel nonchalantly, but the coldness in his eyes deepened as he said, "Think carefully. Who exactly is the Donna around here?"

"But be careful. One wrong word and this could blow up in our faces." For the next hour, Sofia worked on crafting the perfect statement, with Luca and Giulia offering input. When she finally sent it off to their media contacts, she felt a mix of relief and apprehension. "Now what?" Giulia asked, closing her laptop. Luca's expression was grim. "Now we find out who's talking. And we shut them up." Sofia felt a chill run down her spine at his words. This was the side of Luca she sometimes forgot existed – the ruthless don who had clawed his way to the top of the criminal underworld.

“You’re just going to let them talk like that?” “They’re not wrong about what’s happening,” Rylan said quietly. Donovan stopped. He looked at Rylan like he’d been stabbed. “You too?” “I didn’t say that,” Rylan said. “I said it’s getting worse.” “It was already bad!” Donovan shouted. “And now it’s worse,” the woman repeated. “You can’t keep ignoring it.” Kael hadn’t said a word. He was just watching. When he finally moved, it wasn't fast. He walked over, grabbed the man Donovan had been holding, and slammed him down into the dirt.

As he walked out, Conor muttered, “I might plant some evidence against them myself. I hate those fuckers.” “You’re not the only one,” I said dryly, but I turned to Declan whose fists were strained as he curled them about his seat. “You doing okay, deartháir?” His mouth tightened. “I should be at home. Either that, or I should be killing Dunbar.” Finn shook his head. “I get it, I do. But you know why we’re doing this.” He gritted his teeth, and at that moment, he looked so like Da it was uncanny. “Just because I understand something doesn’t mean I like it.” He slammed his hand into his fist. “Da’s going to have to share his spoils.”

"Donovan, help me curse her out. She is bullying me." Irritated, Donovan shook off her hand. He roared, "What else have you kept from me? Two days on the job, and you made such a huge scene? You've humiliated me!" "Donovan, I..." She tried to grab him. "Don't touch me!" He flung her away in disgust. "Don't you know my parents are down there? My friends are watching!" He wasn't helping me; he was saving his face. Publicly chewed out, Ainsley lost it.

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

“I am your son,” he said slowly. “But I am not your weapon.” Donovan’s face twisted. “You hesitate?” Adrian looked down at Kieran. Then at me. “I won’t kill him,” he said. “Not like this.” A ripple went through the pack. Shock. Relief. Anger. Donovan roared. “Coward!” He lifted his hand. Power surged. Not allowed. Not now. Before he could strike, something in me snapped.

“Still… Mara, I was just talking. I don’t think I’ll really kill her.” “You’ll lose control of your wolf.” “Ah. Right,” Donovan says and ruffles his blonde hair while giving me a sheepish look. “I didn’t think about that. He is really lusting for her blood. I mean… it’s non-stop at this point.” I nod. I understand what he means. I wanted to kill Haley too, and I wish I was there on the day Johnathan killed Lucas. I would have loved to hear him scream. But much as I loathe that Donovan is even here, I don’t want him to be exiled either.