Leo X Donnie Novels & Stories

Everyone in the ballroom immediately straightened, standing at attention as they respectfully greeted the Don. The moment I met those deep, unreadable eyes, mine filled with tears. "Amore…" I whispered weakly. Toby immediately threw his little arms wide. "Papi!" Christopher froze, disbelief filling his eyes. "The Don is your husband?" His gaze dripped with mockery, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?"

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

I breathed out a sigh of relief when we walked back into the living room and saw no one, but just then, I heard the sound of footsteps, mixed with heavy voices, so I hurriedly sat down and dragged Kelly with me. We adjusted ourselves to make it seem like we were watching the TV all along, a soda in my hand as I tried not to throw up the drink I was forcing down to ease my nerves. 'I was still pretty shaken from what I saw, so what if Don Luciano could read something amiss with my expression?' I pondered and seriously hoped that was not the case. "Hi ladies, I hope you are enjoying yourselves?" Don Luciano asked with his usual grin as he walked into the room.

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

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.

My evasion only added to the annoyance written all over his face. "Can you just stop this already? I've been dealing with family matters and looking after Lucia these past few days, so I'm exhausted and don't have the energy to comfort you." I interrupted Marco immediately, not willing to spare him even a shred of dignity. "Once we're divorced, you can look after Lucia without having to hide it." Marco's expression instantly darkened. "Chiara Esposito, what are you throwing a fit about this time? Lucia is already having a hard time as it is, so why must you compete with her for my attention? Where's your dignity as the Donna?"