Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Summary Novels & Stories

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

I reorganized every branch of the Corleone famiglia's operations, replaced several of Vincenzo's loyalists, and moved people I trusted in. I needed to make sure that the famiglia would keep running smoothly after the divorce. The busyness left me no time to think about Vincenzo and kept the pain at bay. It remained that way until Lina called. "Who are you? Why did you freeze my account?" Her voice was filled with anger and panic. "I'm Freya," I replied evenly. "The Donna of the Corleone famiglia. The money in your account belongs to the famiglia. I'm taking it back."

The tears on my face fall to his face as I keep my lips sealed against him. His heart gives one final rise and fall like a final breath and his hand suddenly goes limp against my hair. I pause. My whole system stops functioning properly and I slowly pull my head away again. My hand feels his face and more tears drown my face. He is gone. Donovan is dead.

" I braced myself. "You were trouble," Donovan said curtly. "You and your team. You were pushing too hard, intruding where you didn't belong. The Cullen family had secrets, and you were just so set on finding them out. I couldn't have that. So I did what I do best—I eliminated the trouble." My stomach twisted. "The blast," I whispered. "The ambush. Your teammates" Donovan shook his head, completely unflappable. "That was all on me. I thought it out, planned it, and made sure that when the smoke had cleared, your entire team was killed."

“Hey! You lot!” Donovan didn’t let them finish. He was a blur of motion. He caught the first one’s arm, twisted, and drove his knife up under the ribcage. The man crumpled with a choked gasp. Finn engaged the second, a short, brutal exchange of blows that ended with Finn slamming the wolf’s head against the stone wall. He went down and didn’t move. “Keep moving!” Donovan urged, barely glancing at the fallen men. My training kicked in, a cold, detached part of my mind taking over. I scanned shadows, listened for footsteps, kept my body between Dorothy and any open space. This wasn’t practice. This was the real, raw, ugly thing. The smell of blood was coppery and thick.

"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

I trust in Violet to figure out what to do with the souls, and I know when it comes down to it, I can take my father. A slow clapping echoes through the house and I look at my father, blood dripping down his face and he turns to the sound. I follow his gaze, very aware of him so that he can’t take me by surprise. Donovan walks down the steps, but… he looks different. He looks healthy. Xavier snarls as he growls out, “You!” Donovan smirks, leaning against the railing as he says, “Me! You know, you really should’ve killed me when you had the chance to, Xavier. I can promise you one thing, you will not make it out alive tonight.”

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."

I throw it in a paddle behind us and a frog jumps out as if also avoiding the hideous demonic head. Donovan doesn't groan or cry while I slaughter him. His body convulses violently when his head gets off but then goes stiff thereafter. I get off him and watch his lifeless body. It has been mutilated, his hands and legs of his body, and my warriors covered with the blood of the vampires. We have got all of them down and headless. For a moment, it feels just kike a dream finally getting rid of Donovan. This is the only sure way that he won't come back. It would take some hard work to rejoin all his body parts if he is planning to come back to life.

He was tense, his fists clenched at his sides. Donovan exhaled slowly. “I’m asking you to help me kill Salvatore.” The room went silent. Keiran let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You want us to do your dirty work?” Donovan’s lips twitched, his smirk barely there. “I want you to be smart. We can’t win a direct war.” I frowned. “And what do you suggest?” He tilted his head, studying me. Then, he leaned back, that smirk widening.