Leo X Donnie Novels & Stories

He stated, "IN PRIVATE." Why do I feel uneasy? What exactly is this about? I gave the others a sign to leave the room and they all did. His men went out too. I stared at him unable to speak, I feel like he's going to ask me everything about Lea. "Do you happen to know a human girl by the name Donnie who looks exactly like Lea?" He blurted out. Donnie? He found out about her? How did he know about her so fast? "How did you...."

she gasped. “Do it,” Donovan growled. “Cum all over his cock while I watch.” She exploded. Her orgasm ripped through her, as her body shook, while her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Leo didn’t stop. He pounded her harder, deeper, chasing his own high. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill this pussy,” he groaned. “Do it,” Donovan said coldly. “Then you leave.” Leo came with a grunt, burying himself deep and emptying inside her.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Leo didn't even answer, keeping his eyes closed. Digger. That was Leo's nickname. After learning how Doni and Jo's nicknames came about, Eugene didn't particularly want to know about Leo's nickname. It was obvious it would have some terrifying origin. But Big Mouth Doni took it upon himself to explain the nickname to Eugene in detail.

The question is at the tip of my tongue but I don’t ask, trying not to cut his flow. “He doesn’t look like it, but he loves children. I think left to him he wants to have a hundred kids,” Leo says and laughs, while I take a deep breath. “He doesn’t have many hobbies, but he’s an adrenaline junkie. If you notice he hardly ever drives himself. We still need our Don alive.” I giggle at this and recall one time he drove me. I’d been so scared I held on to the seat belt for safety. Leo laughs too, relaxing on the chair as he looks around. He must be done talking.

Tonight, I was more than just a businessman- I was the heir to a legacy that spanned generations, a legacy built on power, loyalty and blood. *ahem* Don Leonardo cleared his throat as he put out his cigar on the ashtray. He was a plump old man with wrinkles lying his features, clad in expensive Italian linen and rings adorning his fingers, a dictionary definition of what a syndicate Don would look like. Sharp hazel brown eyes glanced over the people present, before landing on me. “Damien…” his gravelly voice drawled over my name. taking his time to adjust. Before I had been summoned, a message had already been sent to the Don about the little…issue with the Montelli’s and Rico.

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.

Hearing the door open, Elena screamed, scrambled off him in a panic, and grabbed a shirt to cover her body, her face flushing red as she explained: "Ivy! Don't... don't misunderstand! The Don is injured. I... I was just helping him dress the wound on his chest!" Alexander frowned. He hadn't even bothered to push Elena away. He looked up at me, his eyes showing the annoyance of being interrupted. "Aren't you in the middle of a divorce tantrum? Why did you chase me all the way to the boat?" I let out a cold laugh and threw the file onto the table. "What? If I didn't come, how would I know that treating the Don’s wound requires a bikini?"

St Just and O’Grady were charging after Louis to get into the vehicle with Claude, responding to Piers Delano’s shout. The Don had killed El Toro, almost effortlessly, the Irishman reflected in awe. All during the epic fight, O’Grady cupped his hands over his mouth, his eyes screaming wonder, while St Just stood, his hands behind his head, emitting a low whistle. “The Don…Saint, I swear by all that’s holy, Sweet Jaysus, but that man… he’s simply incredible,” said O’Grady, in a voice like a reverential prayer.

Does he know her real identity, that she’s the phoenix Luna? Her heart begins to pound nervously. “Here,” Leo dips his hand into back pocket and tosses a card holder to Dexter, “you boys go knock yourselves out at a pub or something but what happened the last time better not happen again. If I even hear that one of you got drunk and touched a lady inappropriately, I’ll feed all your cocks to you, so look out for each other.” The terror in the eyes of his men is palpable and something tells Leila that this guy means it and he’s not someone to be messed with but considering all she’s heard about him, she never would have thought he would care if his men molested women.