Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

"This is hideous" I scoffed. "Aren't you hideous?" I asked him. He wanted to say something nasty to me, but he stopped when his eyes landed on Donavon. "You're..." he trailed off waiting for Donavon to complete his words. "Hi, I'm Donavon MacMillan, Daphne's mate" Dante stared at Donavon for a few seconds, then burst into fits of laughter amidst series of cough, he held his stomach as he tried to keep on laughing.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. My car broke down halfway and my phone died, so I'm only calling you now. Could you please cancel the order and not file a complaint?" "What?" I looked in shock at the man driving in front. His smile remained unchanged as he said politely, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Clarissa Diamante. I'm FBI Agent Rory Fulton."

"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?"

"What do we know so far?" A tall, lean man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped forward. "Detective Torres is building her case on circumstantial evidence and a supposed eyewitness," he said, his voice gravelly. "We're working on discrediting both." "Sofia, this is Vincent," Giulia introduced. "He's our head of security and... information acquisition." Sofia understood the implication. Vincent was likely the one responsible for much of the dirt they had on their enemies. She filed that information away for later.

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

Another blade flashed in the dim light, and Sergio felt himself being stabbed again, the pain coursing through his body like liquid fire. His legs buckled, but they held him firmly, refusing to let him fall. Finally, Mr. Santos stepped in front of him and looked him over. "I have been waiting for this moment my whole life, Don Sergio De Niro." Then, he turned to his men. "Take him away!"

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

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“Hey, I don’t just listen to eighties music. My dad made me watch all the old shows as a kid. He has a whole library of eighties paraphernalia. That’s how I got hooked.” John yawned again. “Honey, we need to rest.” “Aren’t there four of you on the team? I’ve only caught a glimpse of that other serious dude. The one with the goatee.” “That’s Dave, known as Donnie in the field. We’re all proficient in martial arts but Donnie takes it to another level. Because of his combat skills, he’s named after Donnie Yen Chi-tan—an actor and multiple-time world wushu tournament champion. Dave is our analyst.”

The door swung open. Donovan stood there. Relief, so profound it was dizzying, washed over me. Donovan, Ronan’s head of household. A mountain of a man with a shaved head and a permanent, stern frown. He was dressed not in Lancaster black, but in dark, tactical gear streaked with dirt. In his hand was a combat knife, its tip dark. “Donovan,” I breathed.