Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

My heart was pounding against my chest as Ace inches in a little more, my nails digging in his shoulder as I cling harder onto him. He pushed deeper inside me, his hands around my waist and the back of my neck, his lips never leaving mine as he allowed me to get used to his size. With every stroke of his tongue on mine, I can feel him trying to soothe the pain I was feeling where our bodies are joining. Who would have thought that the Italian mafia Don is capable of being gentle? “Fiore?” his thumb rubbing my jaw, drawing circles as his smoldering hues bored deep into mine.

“hahahaha very interesting, nice story line, I didn’t know you can also tell creative stories. Well sorry to burst your bubble, my uncle isn’t even aware of this mission, it was a highly secretive mission.” I turn my head away from him, facing Damien who stares back at me with a blank look on his face, I mouth to him “it can’t be my uncle.”

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

I gave him custom cufflinks, each gemstone concealing a microtracker. I made sure to appear everywhere he frequented: private casinos, underground fighting matches, members-only rooftop bars, and so on. Each carefully staged coincidence earned a raised brow and a smile that signaled permission to stay. At last, on a night when he was lightly drunk, he slid a ring onto my finger with casual ease. "So eager to belong to me?" he said. "Fine. As you wish." At that moment, I believed I had won. I believed I had captured the heart of Don Enzo Galante, the most dangerous and dazzling man in the underworld.

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

Killian answered. “What a great place to think,” Mikey said sarcastically. Referring to the loud EDM music and lights flashing. “Ha-ha, yeah,” Killian stifled a dry laugh. “Well, in that case, we don't wanna bother you, so…” Liv was about to pull Mikey away, but Killian stopped them again. “No, you guys are not bothering me at all. Stay,” Liv and Mikey exchanged a look. They then nodded and took a seat in front of Killian. Killian was nursing a glass of scotch and he offered some to Mikey and Liv. Liv quickly shook her head and Mikey reached for the wine bottle instead.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

“Then let’s force it to strike again.” “Wow. That sounds fun. Not.” Just to be obstinate, he scooted closer to her. “Your middle name is West. What’s mine?” “Jack… Off Donohue?” “Funny. My middle name is Michael.” “Jack Michael. Kinda sounds like—” “Chas Michael Michaels,” they said simultaneously. He grinned. “Maybe we do have a few things in common.” “Name one thing besides lowbrow movies.” “We both like Carter’s kids.”

“You won’t be going to the field. You’re only sixteen, Don.” Don shrugged. “So what? I can fight really well. And Fitz has been teaching me some new moves too,” he added, as if that would make Mikki change her mind about the whole thing. Mikki glanced at Fitz with what they called her ‘mortal look’. “What? I’m just teaching him how to fight. I’m not killing our brother, Mik. Just relax, will you?” Fitz said, raising his hand in the air. “Well, he seems to think that means you’ll take him with you. And we all know that’s not gonna happen,” she concluded.

Nori whispered. I nudge him with my elbow, but Nori acted as if I pushed him. “Ow!” He said as he cry in pain trying to see if he could get his son’s attention. “Dwadee ish wik, Wuna mwoma ish stwong,” Mikey said. Drake stood up laughing. “Mikey, are you forgetting that we should be a team?” Nori asked. Mikey looked at him and gave Nori a big smile and then run to Nori.