Leo X Donnie Novels & Stories

His colleague couldn’t help but take a few steps away from him, shaking his head in pity at how quickly he had invoked the god’s rage upon himself. If it were Boss Domenico, his life might be spared, but this was Leone—Vicenzo’s Venom. He was even referred to as Lord Leone. Sly, lethal, dangerous. Yes, Boss Domenico was the Don’s first son, but everyone knows if the Don died today, Leone would be made the Don. He’s powerful, sly, shrewd, cold, he was death walking in human form. Rion slowly raised his head to meet Leone’s feral gaze. He wished the ground could open up and swallow him. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead;

Now for the part that makes visiting this band more exciting for me. David tracked down Leo’s bio dad. He’s in Revolution of Death as the drummer! Leo wasn’t sure if they wanted to meet him, but they figured maybe he could fill in some gaps on what happened. Not like their cunt-bag mom was going to talk about the man. And he’s in a fantastic band, so he must be where Leo gets all their fabulous genes.

It didn't take them long to finish eating, and without wasting any time, Luna finally addressed the topic that had been intriguing her. "So, tell me who you really are," Luna prompted, making Leo pretend to ponder. "Remember, if you lie to me, I'll definitely return those two gifts," Luna warned before Leo could even open his mouth. "Alright, I'll start from the beginning to tell you everything," Leo responded. "Everything, from start to finish," Luna confirmed. "I'm Leo Faxson, sixteen years old, a student, blood type AB, height one hundred eighty centimeters, I play the piano as a hobby, and I'm a descendant of Dean Faxson. My home is in Atherton, and—"

The Don gave them one last order. “Bring her back. Or do not come back at all.” The drive to the old docks was quiet. Tension thick enough to choke on. Leo sat beside Kai in the back of the armored SUV. Their thighs pressed together but neither spoke. The photo kept flashing in Leo’s mind. Seven years ago. Undercover. The Don knew. It sounded clean. Too clean. They parked two blocks away and moved on foot through the fog that rolled off the water. The docks smelled like salt and rust and death. Cranes loomed like skeletons in the dark.

We need to think carefully about how we're going to leave a good impression on the Donna. "I hear the Don is madly devoted to his wife, and that she's his only weakness." They weren't wrong. The only person who could make the mighty Don yield… was me. But I just gave a light chuckle and didn't explain further. Seeing Lina turn to leave, I quickly grabbed her wrist. "Give me the medal back. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Lina jerked away, looking a little guilty. "What do you want exactly? You've stolen the ruby ring, and now you're eyeing my medal too?"

Because his eyes were narrowed Leo couldn't see the spark in them. " Different?!." Leo was staring at his boss right now like he had suddenly grown another head. "Isn't the word different too innocent to be linked with you."he humored making Ryan glare at him but that didn't stop him from talking," to the Donovans you are like a ticking time bomb that could blow up in no time, you…you are no longer who you use to be." Leo concluded with a sip of his drink but he didn't bring down the glass from his mouth instead he gulped down the content, bringing down the glass his grip around the delicate object tightened and this didn't go well with the object it started having clacks around it before it

Don Lorenzo begged, with four arms holding him down. Adrian blinked, hesitation on his face as he stared into Leo’s eyes. He knew it was wrong, but he wouldn’t dare defy Don Vallerio. He adjusted his gun perfectly but still hesitated. A tear slid down Leo’s cheek. Adrian let out a shaky breath. “Adrian,” Don Vallerio called his brother’s name from where he remained seated on the stage. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut—POW! Thud. Leo’s body collapsed. The man behind Aria simply released his hold, and her legs buckled as she collapsed to the floor. Don Lorenzo squeezed his eyes shut at the deafening shot. Teresa stared blankly at her son’s body.

“Besides, you do not spend your entire day here. You do shifts. I have never heard any complaints from Amos and Leo. Only you. No one asked you to be a traditionalist with three wives and children all over the place that you’re struggling to feed. I’m not in the mood for your usual talks, so either you go to my father or you stay away from me.” “I’m sorry sir.” He apologized, but Donovan was already driving away further into the plantation. “Perhaps another time,” Lawrence called out hopefully, even though he had been dismissed. Donovan decided that the man’s days were numbered. He was getting fed up with his demands. He felt that the man’s demands would not have been frequent if he was livi

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

Alessandro in charcoal grey, with his mother's silver cufflinks and the composed expression that cracked slightly at the edges when their eyes met. Dante walked the length of the aisle conscious of every step, aware of Marco on his left looking uncharacteristically soft, aware of Lucia in the second pew pressing a handkerchief to her mouth. He stopped beside Alessandro. "You're early," Alessandro said quietly. "You're nervous." "I'm not nervous." "Your left hand is shaking." Alessandro looked down. Looked back up. "I'm slightly nervous." Dante took his left hand and held it, and the shaking stopped.