Novel & Cerita Revolution Jennifer Donnelly

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

She is infuriatingly good at finding ways to turn our job against me like this. “Jennifer Donner,” I whisper back, “is just coming out of a long-term relationship, and has no interest in pursuing any kind of relationship.” “Suit yourself,” she says, resignedly. “Though I don’t know how you plan to go six months without getting some action. Your Fortress of Solitude down there is going to seal itself up and you’re gonna have to go through that whole losing your virginity thing all over again. I thought it was bad enough the first time around, but if that’s what you like, whatever floods your canal, sister.”

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

"Her current legal name, the name she has been operating under for the last eleven years, is Eleanor Grace Donnelly." The name hit me like cold water. Colt saw it on my face before I could manage it. He straightened slowly. His expression shifted into something careful and still. I knew the name Eleanor Donnelly. Everybody in the witness protection network knew that name. Eleanor Donnelly was one of our three primary federal liaison coordinators. The woman who connected Devil's Reign's protection program to Morrison's federal office. Who processed witness intake forms. Who approved safe house allocations. Who had been present at every single significant operational meeting for eighteen month

I absolutely refused to make myself small for any man. I went back to the bedroom and started packing up my things. Even though we had been married for several years, I had pathetically little to my name. As the Donna, I was expected to lead by example. Thus, while the family was expanding, lavish spending was out of the question. In just a few minutes, I had packed everything up. Looking at the master bedroom, which was almost unchanged, I felt as if a lifetime had passed. I'd poured all of my heart and soul into Marco and the family, but all I got in return was his betrayal and indifference.

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

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."

The family nods in agreement. I spent the next day with Jen trying to help her get to feeling better enough to help with the research. I just want us to find the information needed so Jen doesn't have to go through that again. Friday rolls around and Jen decides that she is ready to get things going. Moma Rose and I are with her in her room as she gets up to get dressed when the vision hits her again, this time, she is thrown to her bed where she starts to convulse.

Something in me wanted to see more of it. I took a step closer, my gaze locking onto hers. “You want to know why you’re being trained?” My voice dropped lower. “Because you’re Donna. And you’re my wife. You’re now part of the mafia. The sooner you get this into your head, the better.” She blinked at me, her breath shaky, but she didn’t look away. “You must be fast, calculative, smart. You must have focus and be observant. This is the mafia, Nora. Not the U.S. In the mafia anything can happen. You need to learn how to use power tactically.”