Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

Most will sell out for their life but not all. I sigh. Enzo is behind me and silent. “Kill him and send him back.” With that I leave and spend the rest of my day doing paperwork who knew being a don had more paperwork and political than action. In the evening I pull up in one of my clubs. Dante had been gracious enough to meet me here. In my world there are two type of leaders, the cool calculating one and the hot headed maniac who kills everything on sight. I pride myself as the cool guy who loves to be underestimated until I am not. Dante is oddly a mixture of both. He will give you a talk on wine culture one minute and the next slit your throat and lick your blood of his knife. I don’t kn

I was done being the try-hard. Mike wanted to start something. He hadn’t been vocal about it but I knew it the way you know things that are said in the space between words. And if that was what it took to completely erase the memory of Donovan Reynor from my life, then I was willing to give him a chance. Because Mike was gentle, raw, unrestrained — everything Donovan might never be. Everything Donovan would never allow himself to be. I didn’t know. Maybe. But what I did know was this:

her father suggested. Kate could suddenly think of many of her friends from mafia who were the same age as her. “Is it Luther?....No wait….it should be Sam…-” “No its DON QUISITO” her father’s reply cut her off, completely silencing her. She would have definitely fallen down if she wasn’t sitting. His name echoed in her mind again and again, causing her face to go pale. “Are you alright?” her father asked, concerned at her quick change of emotions. “I’m fine…you should have…given me a heads up…or…something…” Kate mumbled, while sipping water so she could compose herself.

He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said. "The girl woke up" Marco looked up from the table. So that got his attention, Carlos thought. "Apparently the girl's name is Ally Dawson and she ran away from her uncle, she was telling the truth I could tell" he said and Marco nodded, turning back to his papers "It seems he was abusive, she had bruises, I put a sleeping drug in the water I gave her so she could sleep, so when she wakes up you can talk to her." Carlos said while Marco said nothing, After a while Carlos said.

He said and the line went dead. “Mike is dead?” “Yeah?” He was skeptical. “When?” “Tonight.” “Damn…” “What?” “He was my key evidence.” “Ours too!” Donovan blurted before Dustin’s statement hit him. “Wait what?” They chorused and Dustin explained it all to Donovan who in turn filled up the missing parts of Dustin’s plan. It turned out they were both on the same side. He called Ellie’s phone according to Dustin’s request. “Donnie?” “Baby girl, I know how we can solve the case.”

“Man, the situation of things just puts me off, and on top of that I have been lying to Harris, I don't mind lying to Ares, and Elijah, but Harris.. Just feels off, man.” I nodded and we both hugged lightly. He wore a black leather jacket and black pants. I fixed his hair and he applied balm to his lips. Mikey came to the room and he also looked very good.. “Okay, it is almost midnight, Mikey, where are you taking my brother to? We are all your guests, right? Or you have favorites now?” We all chuckled but I noticed Mikey kept weirdly staring at Doug. He looked like he couldn't take his eyes off him.

She kissed me then, slow and certain, the kind of kiss that made the world tilt. And I thought, for the first time in years, that maybe forever wasn’t a myth. That night, we cooked together in the villa’s kitchen. Holly chopped vegetables, Dante burned garlic, Santino poured wine like it was strategy. The staff watched from the doorway, smiling, whispering. The Don was laughing. The Don was living. The Don was in love. We ate under the stars, the sea whispering below, the air warm and full of promise. And I thought:

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

She ached to be filled by one of them. Jay eagerly did as Mikey directed, and Mikey helped him line up with Heather. All three groaned aloud as Jay found his seat finally. “Oh, this is nice. This is really nice.” As Jay moved within Heather. Mikey teased Heather’s other hole before slipping his fingers in there as a delightful surprise for both of his mates. Mikey had the best seat in the house. He buried his fingers in one mate and sucked the balls of the other. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he felt the perfection of their entire relationship.

"Should I play it for everyone?" My heart was pounding. He'd never told me about a recording. "You're bluffing," Nico said, but his voice wavered. "Am I?" Alessandro held up the phone. "The families deserve to know who they're supporting. A man who murders children. Who burns families alive for power." Nico lunged. I was already moving, gun drawn, but Marco was faster. He stepped between them, weapon pointed at Nico's head. "Sit down," Marco said calmly. "Or this alliance becomes very simple. The Morettis versus the Santoros. Winner takes all."