Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Summary Novels & Stories

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.

But this morning, while the sound of the boys’ bickering carried through the thawing air, the act of sewing felt more like penance. Donovan had returned first from the all-night patrol, jaw flexed so hard the veins stood out along his neck. He waited at the threshold, boots muddy, until Elena finally acknowledged him. “Bad?” she asked, too weary for the right euphemism. “Worse,” he said. “Another deer, torn apart and left.” His face twisted with contempt. “No wolf did that.” Damon was limping behind, eyes gone pale in the aftermath of a shift. “Not even a clean kill,” he muttered, and Elena could hear the bile in it, the personal offense taken at the rogue’s lack of respect.

“Careful.” “I’m done being careful.” Kieran’s voice was steady. “Continue.” Elijah swallowed. “Payments made to silencers. Witnesses relocated. Children reassigned. Records burned.” A gasp. I felt the truth rise in me like heat. “My parents.” Donovan shrugged. “Collateral.” The word hit harder than any blow. Kieran moved. I felt it before I saw it. Rage held back by will. “You killed them,” I said softly. Donovan leaned in. “I erased a threat.”

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.

“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.

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.

Donovan got up abruptly. “Don’t you ever speak to me or my girlfriend again!” He shouted down at him. Cal spit blood onto the floor. “I’ll fucking kill you.” “Not if I kill you first!” Donovan shot back. “Donovan!” Iris snapped. “Let’s fucking go!” She turned and stomped out of the house, with Donovan in tow, shaking out his hand. Donovan knew he was in deep trouble for breaking his promise to Iris.

I ordered. "As per your orders, boss." Finn responded firmly. I grabbed a handkerchief from Finn and wiped my bloody hands on it. I stopped by the main door and looked back into the shoddy office. Whatever his fucking intentions were, Dylan Donovic chose the wrong woman to date and for his wrong choice, there were going to be consequences. Slow, painful agonizing consequences. I couldn't let him just die yet though. I had to figure out if he had approached her with an intention or if he had approached her plainly.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

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