Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

Donnie says to both Alex and Xane. Alex walks over and slams my locker shut in front of me. “Can you hear me nice and clear now freak?” He asks. I just stand in silence. I don’t make eye contact I just stare at the floor. Suddenly Donnie comes out of nowhere and throws me against the lockers. “Trying to be smart with us? It’s not going to work Saunders!” Donnie shouts in my face. I slowly look up and my eyes lock onto his. I have no other words to say to him other than…

MICHEAL Mikey found himself fixing dinner and eating alone. Tonight was the night he'd say a final farewell to his best friend. Everyone else seemed to forget that James's memorial was tonight, and if that wasn't the case, then they all simply didn't care. Brooke, Damon, and Ella seemed too occupied with their own lives to pay attention to Mikey. They wouldn't know that he was sad and in disbelief that the only person he really trusted was gone. Micheal would never forget him. THE GROUP

“She’s looking damn fine.” Slater launched to his feet. “Relax, I’d never break the bro-code. She has a cute friend though. Blonde hair with pink highlights.” “Casey? Stay away from my cousin. Next thing I know, she’s riding on the back of your motorized dick—” “Relax, Slater, Donnie’s not interested in Casey—he’s yanking your chain.” Max pocketed his phone. “I am.” Donnie grinned. “But next time, leave my Harley out of it.”

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

"Cindy, talk to him. My father didn't teach me foosball, but he did teach me how to take care of myself. He was an Airborne Ranger. He showed me things that still give me nightmare to this day," Mike said to Donald's girlfriend. Cindy quickly grabbed hold of Donald and led him to Sylvester. Between them, they got him out the door. Tiffany had obviously been bored with the whole scene. She was on the other side of the bar talking to a bunch of guys.

Donna kept urging Miko. "Donna, you are drunk…" "And so what? Isn't it better this way? Our first night will be so much fun!" "What are you doing, Donna. Please stop putting your hand there…" Miko was becoming frustrated by her clinginess. How would he deal with her now? "Why? Why won't I? Aren't you my mate… my man? I can put my hands wherever I want!" Donna replied stubbornly. "I might lose control… please." Miko Magnus said, taking a deep breath to control himself. But his body was on fire and Donna was not helping matters! She refused to let him go.

“They’ll be back when they are ready. Here, choose the flavours you want to try. You can cut them up so that everyone can share. I don’t think they’ll mind.” Thrilled to try all thirteen flavours, Aqua got straight to work, dissecting the doughnuts with careful precision so that she didn’t spill the fillings inside some of them. By the time Jericho and Melvin returned, Aqua had tasted more than half of the flavours, licking cream off Dawn’s fingers when he fed her a new one. Smirking, Jericho gave his boyfriend a sneaky sly and whispered. “Did my cream taste just as good?” Thankfully, neither Aqua nor Dawn heard the not-so-innocent question. Tapping him on the ass, Melvin shot his lover a wa

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.

I say. "Being a Don is difficult. You do not know whom you can trust. You do not know who your friends are, and you are always on the lookout for danger. In the Italian Mafia, it's the same as in an orphanage: the strongest rule. It's also very lonely because you don't know whom to trust. That is why trust is so essential between a Don and Donna. Your Don or Donna is the only person you can trust when you are in the Italian Mafia. I trust you. I guess we are in love. Together, we will figure it out, honey. Let's drink to our future," Dante says as he lifts his whiskey glass, and I lift my wine glass. "We are the oddest couple in the world? We make even saying I love you complicated," I laugh

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”