Rottmnt Donnie X April Novels & Stories

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

"Then we become the sound." Thunder cracked overhead. And somewhere, in the dark, Donatello and De Marco prepared their final play.

Then, his head turned in the direction of April and Rita. April smirked, raised the fork up with the egg and shove it in her mouth before giving him a victorious wink. He finally understood what had happened to his egg and he flipped her the bird before looking away to continue eating his food. Rita and April laughed in amusement. * April just walked out of the school gate to go hail a cab home when a car stopped by her side and honked, it was Orion's car. She was a bit surprised since it's almost being a month since she last saw him.

His chopper rotors thumped louder he was descending, landing on the terminal pad. Rocco pulled me close, forehead to mine. “Whatever happens up there… you’re not dying today.” Dante joined bloody hand cupping my neck, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of salt and iron. Rocco pressed against my back, hands sliding under my shirt, fingers digging into ribs like he could anchor my soul. The need hit hard quiet fury turning to raw hunger. They backed me against the console, clothes torn open in frantic pulls. Rocco entered me from behind slow, deep, claiming every inch. Dante knelt despite his wound, mouth taking me in, sucking with desperate reverence.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

I look away, my face hot. “Well, anyway, bye. Thanks for... y'know the sex. And...stuff.” He nods. “Of course. If you ever want another, just swing by.” Really? Cause I just might. “Alright. Well...bye.” I turn around to leave.“Actually—” Someone bangs on the door, interrupting his sentence. I looks to him. He looks at me. “Open it," He shrugs, mouthful of pizza. I roll my eyes, going to the door. And who stands here but Andrei.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

Dante stood in front of the bathroom mirror knotting his tie three times before Tommy appeared in the doorway. "You look terrified." "I look fine." "You look like a man about to face a firing squad." Tommy leaned against the frame, smirking. "Which, to be fair, is a step up from six months ago when you were the firing squad." Dante pointed at the door. "Out." "Relax. He's good, man. He's really good for you." Tommy lost the smirk for a second, genuine underneath it. "I've known you a long time. I've never seen you look at anything the way you look at him."

"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?"

Once, at a family gathering, Marco announced in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved most, and so I would be the one and only Donna in the family. He would also introduce me to others at various social events, showing off how wonderful I was. Thinking back on all the good things he had done in the past, I calmly stood up. I didn't even have the slightest urge to read the comments. Before, when I saw posts like these, I would throw fits, demand an explanation from Marco, and make up every excuse for him.