Novel & Cerita Rottmnt Donnie X Reader

My skin prickled. We stopped at a huge iron door. It was wrong for the house, too industrial a blunt chunk of metal that made a sound like a threat when Leonardo pressed the red button at its side. The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a room that swallowed the light. It was an underground war room kinda place. It looked like a place leo used for a thousand things that had no name in polite society since he’s the Don.

"Cut the main power. Seal all exits." Lucas answered with one word. "Understood." The old port entered lockdown. The east maintenance hatch opened. Roman's team stormed the warehouse and freed Noah. The explosives expert entered the equipment mezzanine and dismantled the ignition module using the schematics I'd provided. Noah reached the audit terminal and uploaded the weapons-trafficking evidence he'd already compiled to the council archive. With only three seconds left on the countdown, I ordered the backup power cut. Lucas didn't act early. He didn't hesitate.

The window faced north, so it never got any sun. When Antonio came to visit, he stood at the doorway for a long time, stunned. "Don Moretti, this place—" "Don't call me that again," Lorenzo cut him off, his voice unnaturally calm. "I'm not one anymore." Antonio opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he swallowed his words. He put down the food and supplies he had brought, then hesitated for a moment before pulling a photo from his pocket. "We took this during our previous investigation," Antonio said. "Ms. Bianchi… She looked well."

We arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. It is dark, silent. Donnie only lives 5 minutes away from here via a shortcut path. “Ready for some real scary stuff?” he laughs. “I don’t mind scary.” I say with a slight smile. “Good Saunders. No pain, no gain.” Xane chuckles. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Ignore him he’s being a jackass.” Donnie explains. I can’t help but go quiet. I’m in the middle of haunted woods where people get murdered or commit suicide and these fools have lured me here. Something is making my skin crawl about this.

The acrid smell of cigar smoke clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that permeated the dimly lit warehouse. Luca Moretti's polished oxfords clicked against the concrete floor as he circled the trembling man kneeling before him. "Now, Antonio," Luca's voice was smooth as silk, belying the danger that lurked beneath. "I thought we had an understanding." Antonio's eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist. "Mr. Moretti, please... I can explain-"

"As Marco’s wife, it’s important for you to get familiar with all of it." I was a little stunned at how many files there were. "If you’d rather read them on a device, you can use the laptop or iPad," Lucille added. "Let me know if you have any questions." I smiled at her, then glanced over at the documents, scanning the titles. Moretti Mafia Organization. Mafia? My brain paused for a second. The mafia? The same mafia everyone talks about in the news? I looked at Lucille, who was waiting for me to ask something.

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.”

He took my hand and pulled me behind him. We pushed through the crowd toward the commotion. The scene outside stopped my heart. Vivian Gray lay crumpled on the ground, her white dress soaked with blood. Her body jerked once, twice, then went still. And standing over her, knife in hand, was Vincent.

"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.

and the image of me walking away with our son without looking back once. He'd just sat down at his desk when the butler, Giorgio Rossi, brought in a document. "Don Derocchi, Antonio Romano sent someone early this morning. He said you need to review this personally." Aido frowned slightly and flipped it open. The next second, the bold letters at the top hit him like a punch to the gut—"Resignation Letter".