Leo X Donnie Novels & Stories

said Leo. Donny smirked, “But I didn’t hear either of you say I didn’t have a chance. I’ll call you in November.” “Looking forward to it. Leo, you’d better walk the straight and narrow. You’ve got some serious competition,” Amber teased. “Please don’t encourage him. He gets into enough trouble as it is. Don’t let him drive your Porsche either. He already side swiped a street sign and cost me a pretty penny.” Donny sighed, “It was one time. And there was a whole gaggle of ducks in the road. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I'd flattened that duck family.”

"If we miss this intercept, the sovereign ledger goes live, and Vesper locks Leo into the registry permanently. We don't have a choice." Stefan let out a harsh, dry sigh, spitting the cigar butt into a metal tray. "Damn it all. The chopper is fueled and the grappling line is hot. Don't die up there, kid. The syndicate still owes me for a tank of diesel." Noah offered a grim, humorless nod, then turned to his son. He knelt down so his eyes were level with the boy's, his hands resting gently on Leo's narrow shoulders. The soot and dried blood smeared across the child's face made him look far too old, yet his grey eyes were entirely clear—human, brilliant, and fiercely anchored to his father.

“But it doesn't change the fact that you are of my flesh and blood..” He eyed Tony. “You carry your ancestors’ blood.. Their eyes…” His breath grew ragged, but he pushed on. The paramedics looked ready to intervene, but didn’t. “You’re the only one that inherited the Santa De Leones’ mark.” Tony scoffed. “Oh, come on—” But Don Leon didn't let him finish. “I hereby declare you, as of today, the official Don of the family.” The words dropped like stones. ‘Fuck.’ Tony didn't respond.

And he was a bastard to even think about selling his own daughter, his flesh and blood, to a scary man like the Don, or whatever he actually was. I gave him a grateful small smile and ran toward the door. “Ah, yes, Dexter. Get the bastard father and son here. Since they have already sold my diamond and they won't tell me anything about the money, it's clear that we must kill them. Their lives in exchange for what they stole from me.” My feet froze by the door frame as I heard the Don. He was talking to someone. And I knew exactly what he was planning to do. My freedom was a step away from me, yet I couldn't move at all. My father's dead face was swirling in front of my eyes.

Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, the weight of their shared burdens and the triumph of the day passed between them. “Luna,” Donavon said quietly, placing a calloused hand on her shoulder, “today, you led not only with strength but with the heart that reminds us all why we fight.” Zuri’s response was soft but resolute. “We fight for our future, for every wolf who believes in a unity that transcends our past. I only did what needed to be done.”

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "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.

The heart that had beaten for Damon for five years was slowly dying. "Go ahead and cry," Leo said, draping a towel over my shoulders. "It will make you feel better." "I won't cry for him," I said, my voice raw like sandpaper. "He's not worth it." But the tears fell anyway. Leo's private doctor cleaned my wound. The bullet had torn right through the scar I'd gotten from saving Damon the first time. I snatched a scalpel from the tray beside me and aimed it at the wound. "What are you doing?" Leo grabbed my wrist.

I shrieked, rushing forward. Dante kicked the back of Leone's knee, forcing the latter to fall hard onto the concrete. "Leone's only five and he's already learned how to ruin the famiglia's lifeline! He'll be the death of us all if he isn't taught a lesson today! He'll have to kneel here until he confesses his mistakes! Get the Donna out of here!" "Leone! Leone!" I yelled as the two muscular bodyguards grabbed me and dragged me away—the last thing I saw was Leone's small silhouette swaying unsteadily under the scorching sun.

"Your father is asking about you." That is Luca's way of saying come home before I send someone to drag you back. So here he is. --- The guards at the gate recognize him. They always do. "Mr. Nico." "Enzo." He claps the man on the shoulder. "You look tired. Is my cousin working you too hard?" Enzo almost smiles. Almost. "The Don is in the main house." "I assumed he wasn't in the stables." He walks through the gates, his shoes crunching on the gravel. The driveway is long. He has walked it a thousand times as a boy, running from his tutors, hiding from his father, chasing Luca through the gardens.

I turned around to see if Pietro’s really there and indeed there he was, walking towards our car with the other Dons at his side, talking to him. I scoffed lightly when I saw him. He looks like he was a boss of some company with his subordinates following beside him. Who would have thought that they are all Dons with equal positions in the Commission. I smiled as I stare at my sister, the only female Don among the three other guys. I watched as Pietro and Letizia spoke privately with each other. I thought my sister would come to meet me, but my smile was wiped away when Letizia walked the other side after their conversation had ended.