Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Summary Novels & Stories

If anything, he seemed to take pleasure in it. "You useless piece of trash! How did you even get caught? Idiot! Worthless scum!" he shouted at himself between bouts of self-inflicted wounds. Felix still wanted to kill him, but at least there was one silver lining. His position as the gatekeeper had officially been taken over. As soon as the trial ended, Felix found himself in House of Gluttony, once again in the role of gatekeeper. Before long, Donovan arrived. He was ruthless, but he wasn't stupid. He knew his strengths, and this wasn't one of them. Instead of attempting the challenge, he forfeited immediately.

I looked at his face. The first time I'd ever seen him cry. The ruthless Don, crying like a lost kid. I believed his grief was real. It just had nothing to do with me anymore. I'd already shaken him out of my life, the way you shake dust off a coat. He kept going. "All the investments are gone. That's my punishment. Fine, I'll take it." "You turned down my proposal in public. That's my reckoning. I can take that too." "But you can't leave. I can't —"

After shouting, he spun around and barked at a nearby bodyguard. "Take her body and dump it in the city landfill!" The bodyguard hesitated, glancing at me. "Don, she's the Donna's mother. This... this might break the code, right?" Lorenzo jammed his gun against the man's head and roared. "She won't sign, will she? She likes cursing my Madre, does she? Today, I'll show her what happens when you disrespect the Falcone family's Madre!" "Do as I say. If the sky falls, I, the Don, will hold it up!"

“It’s not what you think!” But Vincenzo didn’t listen. His gaze remained locked on me as I slowly pushed myself up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. The Don stepped closer, towering over me with pure rage. “You have one minute to explain yourself, Black,” he said, voice dangerously low. “After that… I start breaking bones.” I quickly got to my feet, blood dripping from my split lip.

] He thought I was throwing another tantrum—that if I bent like I used to, Dante and I could reconcile. But he didn't know. This time was different. My heart was frozen solid; it could never be warmed again. [We really are divorced, Enzo. From now on, I leave Nico in your care.] There was a long pause before he finally wrote: [Madre, I've watched you two all along. You and Don Conti were once so in love… how did it come to this?] I smiled bitterly. That's right. How did it come to this?

"Don Grimaldi, your Donna's my father's 'sweet and sensible' illegitimate daughter now. Don't grab me in public." My cold stare set him off. "Don't grab you? Then what, huh? I'm supposed to stand there while you kiss random guys? You think any of them are clean?" I laughed in his face. "Even if they're not, they're still better than you. None of them made their girl write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism. None of them threw her into solitary. None of them watched her get shoved into a pool, almost drown, then said she needed to learn a lesson."

"It's already done, Antonio. I've given my statement to the feds. It's over." Antonio lunged forward, grabbing Enzo by the shirt. "You backstabbing son of a bitch! After everything my father's done for you?" Enzo pushed Antonio away. "Your father's the reason I'm doing this. He's gone too far, Antonio. Someone has to stop him before he destroys everything." The video continued, showing the argument escalating until Antonio, in a fit of rage, grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it at Enzo's head. The sickening crack of impact filled the room, followed by the thud of Enzo's body hitting the floor.

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

When an avalanche struck, Cristiano Corleone, the man I grew up with, held my hand tightly. But I chose to let go, giving the last seat on the helicopter to my adopted younger sister, Tania Lanza. And that was because in my previous life, after Cristiano chose to save me, Tania was swallowed by the snowstorm, forever lost in the mountains. He acted like he didn't mind marrying me and making me Donna, but then he gave me the silent treatment for 20 years. "If it weren't for you, Tania would never have died." Because of that, I ended up dying from depression. Now, given a second chance at life, I decisively chose to let them be together. Just as I was on the verge of death, Cesare Marte

I swallow the words like broken glass. "I'm here because you summoned me. Like a dog." His eyes narrow. "Watch your mouth." "Or what?" I step closer. "You'll ground me? Take away my allowance?" I laugh, and it comes out bitter and cold. "I am the Don now, Father. I give the orders. I make the decisions. Not you." "This family—" "This family is mine. You retired. You handed me the reins. You don't get to grab them back every time you disagree with my choices."