Novel & Cerita Mikey X Donnie

Mikey looks at me for help, but I just lean back in my chair, enjoying the show. You can cut the tension in the room with a knife, and Mikey still stutters as he tries to push back his fear, “No, Mindy! I didn’t realize she had only been with one guy! I didn’t reject her! I was nervous!” He finally breathes out, and Mindy glances at me before, pausing before she laughs. “You were nervous?” she holds her belly. “Mikey Clody, the man whore was afraid of having sex with a girl?” she laughs hysterically before feeling her forehead. “Well, no fever, so I guess I heard you right.”

It looked like they were hugging. Catching them “red-handed”, Donald yelled, “Hah, and you sounded so upright. You b*stards are hugging right before my eyes!” Doug seethed. Letting go of Mikaela, he took a step forward and side kicked Donald. Before the latter could react, his chest was kicked and both his feet left the floor—he was flung to the air. While it was not as exaggerated as the films that he flew eight to ten meters away, he did skid some two meters off.

As the old saying goes: a hand never strikes a smiling face, right? Donnie forced his lips to stretch upward into a wide, pleasant grin as he faced the ice-cold, dangerous man. "Xi... Xavier." Xavier’s sharp, pitch-black eyes snapped toward him, his voice cutting through the air like a lethal blade. "Get out." Every single pore on Donnie’s body shuddered with pure terror. The fake smile vanished from his face in a single millisecond. He blurted out a frantic, submissive "Right away!" and vanished from the sector at lightning speed.

He chuckles and looks a bit embarrassed, his ears bright red which added contrast with his striking blue eyes. “Girlfriends, yeah?” “Um… yeah, a few, not an alarming number I assure you.” laughing I say, “relax, captain. I don’t judge.” I try looking around with the corner of my eye for Luke. I could’ve sworn that was him. ••• “Hey, Miss flight attendant,” Donnie calls as I step out of the car. “I had a good time.” “It wasn’t so bad for me, captain.” I quip back.

I had no idea she had this kind of connection. "Boss, our men tried to hit their safe house in Chicago, but..." Marco's voice trembled. "We lost twelve men." "What?" "Their firepower is overwhelming. We can't get close. And they sent a message. If we make another move..." My phone rang. Unknown number. "Victor Moretti?" A low, male voice. "Who is this?" "Alex Castellano. I think we should have a talk." "You son of a bitch! Give me back Maria!"

Sienna, covered in kiss marks, leaned against Vincenzo’s chest as if marking her territory. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV, drugged, stitched up, and hanging by a thread. At that moment, Renato Moretti—the original Don of the Moretti empire—still didn’t know the full truth. “Isabella,” he said gently, “Vincenzo… he’s a good kid at heart. “You’ve been together so many years. Why not give him another chance? As long as I’m here, no one can take your place in this family.”

“It’s a normal thing to know the people in the mafia world. I was once a wife to a late Mafia Don, remember?” “I know, but something tells me there’s more to him I don’t know yet. Something you or my father knows about and no one wants to tell me.” She bit her lower lips; like she was thinking of the best way to explain it all to me. “Renzetti and your father were very good friends in the past. They had a lot in common; and did things together. Then, Renzetti was a member just like anyone else.” “And father?” I asked.

He turned his head in all directions to look around him before speaking to the slightly confused Jake. "Something happened just now." Mike paused again, and Jake moved closer. "What?" "It looks like someone is targeting Kyron Donovan. Two men came looking for me and asked about him. They claimed to be family at first. I don't believe it. So I started interrogating them." "Then one of them got angry. I pointed my gun and shot..." "What?" Jake said, surprised. "But he didn't die, he strangled me instead!" Mike continued, making Jake even more shocked.

like he was remembering exactly how I’d sounded with his fingers inside me. Maria moved around the table refilling water glasses, face blank as a professional poker player. She’d been in this house long enough to know when to play deaf and blind. Smart woman. She didn’t even glance at the way Nico’s hand flexed on his coffee mug or how Matteo’s jaw kept tightening. The silence stretched. Deliciously awkward and suffocating. Nico finally spoke first, setting his phone down. “We’ve got the charity thing next week. You’ll need something new to wear.”