Tmnt 2007 Donatello Novels & Stories

I thought I'd never have to hear that name again. "Should I have someone else take the meeting?" Leo noticed my reaction. "No," I said, smoothing down my red couture gown. "Business is business." The door to the conference room opened. And I saw him. Damon Vitale. He was thinner. His suit was still impeccable, but the predator I remembered was gone. In his place was a hollowed-out man, haunted by ghosts of his own making. He looked… broken. When he saw me, he froze.

He spoilt Elena so much. "Ring ring ring..." The bell for the end of the morning exam rang, Martino couldn't hold back any longer and pushed open the car door to get out, Donatello rushed to follow. Martino's tall height of one metre nine is very abrupt in the crowd, his suit is ragged, his body is straight, and his English face attracts the parents around him to look at him, the four bodyguards accompanying him plus Donatello surround Martino in a small circle.

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.

Donatello made a clicking sound with his tongue. "He...He will come for you eventually." Martinez managed to mutter, showing how much faith he still had in his boss, even in this state. "Maybe when I've finished off you lot, yes." Donatello shrugged nonchalantly, letting go of Martinez's hair and coming to stand in front of him. "I plan to start from you because honestly, you seem to be the only threat here." Donatello spoke so calmly to Martinez, as one of his men brought a disassembled gun to him on a tray. He took his time to couple the weapon, piece by piece.

My hands shook, but Alvize tightened his grip around me, silently letting me know that he was here for me. “These humans have nothing to do with the feud, Killian.” Donatello said, glaring at the man who chuckled. Alvize frowned but the man didn’t flinch for a second. The idea of Donatello being the one to speak up was something that I respected, it showed me that despite his sons being Pakhan and Capo, he was still the one with the supremacy simply because he was their dad.

“We have more enemies than you know and alliances are sometimes very important in our situation. Now, imagine finding yourself in a situation where even your allies have turned their backs on you.” “I don’t have to imagine, I already have most of them against me anyway.” She said, looking at me. I smirked and winked at her just as Donatello answered the phone. “Alessandro, to what do we owe the honor?” Donatello answered, his tone cold, nonchalant, and menacing. Others would have been scared of him, but I knew better than to fear the man. He was a friend before being an ally, and I knew that this was going to be the case unless someone who we didn’t need interfered.

Donatello yelled. That was the first time I ever saw Donatello angry. He usually went along with everything Nathaniel and I did, so I was downright terrified when I heard him yell. I know Nathaniel was too, but he didn’t budge. Donatello approached him and Nathaniel pointed his sword at him. Donatello hit his sword away and Nathaniel swung at him.

I smiled. *** Donatello was a genius and a serial killer, a deadly combination. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, and weighing over three hundred pounds, he was someone who always stood out in any crowd. For such a big man, he had the face of a seventeen-year-old teenager. No one would ever suspect the large friendly man with a child's face who worked as a security man at the University of Los Angeles was the most notorious killer in the state.

As he left, Boma silently marvelled at the respect he commanded among his members. Donovan returned his attention to Boma and spoke with solid determination. "First, let's take care of you." He prepared a soothing warm bath for her, a gesture that spoke volumes about his commitment to fostering a newfound understanding and tenderness in their relationship. As the bathwater filled the room with warmth, Donovan's actions became a tangible expression of his desire to care for Boma, transcending the boundaries of their past conflicts. The fragility of their connection now cradled in his arms began to transform into a resilient bond built on empathy and love.