Novel & Cerita Ninja Turtles Donnie

His voice is a low growl, vibrating with a warning that makes the nearby guests shift uncomfortably. “Long time no see, son.” “Not long enough.” Nero doesn’t look at her. His eyes are locked on me, searching my face for any sign of damage. “I was just telling your girl how pleasing she is to the eye,” Donna Nera says, her dry voice wearing off. “I see why you’re holding on so tight. It’s a shame, really. Every fairytale has its final page, and I think I can hear yours turning.”

News of Daniel's arrest spread like wildfire and sparked lots of discussion. After all, the don of a mafia being imprisoned was not exactly a small matter. In the mediation room, Pedro slammed his palm on the table, fury written all over his face. He yelled at me, "Come on, Rosalie! No matter what Daniel did, he's still your fiance! Nothing good will come out of making a circus out of this. Withdraw the charges immediately!" Siding with Pedro, Dad chimed in, "He's right, Rosalie. We're all family. Why make an issue out of this? If Daniel goes down, my business is finished. For my sake, can't you—"

I could feel death breathing down my neck. Just then, Enzo suddenly reached out and stopped her. "Wait. Don Medici isn't back yet. He needs to decide this himself." "Let him decide?" Giovanna raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd believe this old woman's nonsense?" "No matter what, we can't kill her," Enzo said firmly. "Don Medici is extremely sensitive about anything related to the Donna. If she really has some kind of background, we can't afford the consequences." Giovanna shot me a vicious glare and put the dagger away. "Fine! We'll let her live for now. When the Don gets here, we'll see how he deals with this liar."

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

"I forgot last night." I took it and opened it right in front of him. Inside was a black Doberman model, meticulously crafted with teeth and eyes that looked disturbingly realistic. My hands went rigid. Leo was terrified of dogs. More precisely, he was terrified of all large dogs. When he was four, Aido had promised to take him out for the first time. At a horse racing club, he'd left Leo with a bodyguard halfway through so he could meet with an important business partner. The bodyguard answered a phone call, turned away for just a moment, and Leo disappeared.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Twenty minutes later, his assistant recovered the security footage and confirmed that I'd never entered the house. I'd left that same night. The people who had kidnapped me had already been brought to justice. The last fugitive had been arrested the previous year. They had abducted so many victims that, during questioning, they couldn't even remember my name. Once Adrian knew I wasn't in their hands, he finally relaxed. Then another thought struck him. Had those kidnappers already been dealt with? I'd told him that long ago.

“Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.” I grin when I see Donny leaning against the ropes of the main ring. He’s been here since my father was still sneaking out to fight underground before he put on his fancy suits. Donny’s hair is more gray than black now, his nose is crooked three different ways, his smile is big, and he is missing a tooth. He flicks his eyes at Liana, who’s hovering near the door with her arms crossed like she might bolt any second. “And who’s this? Didn’t know you brought your girlfriends around here.”

Karen asked, her tone and facial expression suggesting that she was stunned with what Donnie had said. Why wouldn't she be stunned? She had heard of the biker gang, they were an underground crime organization, and a powerful one too. "I was one of them… actually, but I had enough of that kind of life you know, and then I decided to quit… but turns out, that's not some shit you can just quit when you want to." Donnie replied, briefly staring at the ceiling as he continued in a regretful tone, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you've just made an enemy out of them by helping me, and now they are not going to stop until we are both dead." Donnie turned to look at Liam with an apologetic expression, kn

The man I’d sent stood nervously nearby. I looked at him. “You did well,” I said. He blinked. “Don?” “You kept her alive. You called me. You stayed.” He nodded quickly, relief flooding his face. “But find that car,” I added. My voice was sharp now. Cold. “Find it. Find who was inside. Find who sent it.” He nodded again. “Yes, Don.” Dante leaned against the wall. “If it was Giovanni, we’ll know soon enough.” Santino crossed his arms. “And if it wasn’t, we’ll know too.”