Tmnt 2007 Donatello Novels & Stories

“Start us off, Leo.” I laugh as TMNT starts up. “LEONARDO.” “DONATELLO.” Jay yells. “MICHEALANGLEO.” Ryan yells, making Jack laugh and whisper in Ryan’s ear. Jay and I could hear what he said. “That fits you so well.” Ryan has his mate. But we all stare at Raymond. He is stone faced. “I need to do something,” I tell Jeremy. “Close your eyes.” “What are you going to do?” Jeremy asks, holding me tightly.

His hair, which used to be perfectly slicked back, was now a messy, wet mop stuck to his forehead. His signature custom Italian suits were replaced by a washed-out, faded work jacket. His hands were rough as sandpaper, the fingernails caked with black grease and dirt. Those were the hands of a guy hauling cargo at the docks. I looked at him flatly. I didn't say a word. Dominic stood in the doorway, shaking all over. I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or something else. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A few seconds later, his knees gave out. He dropped heavily onto the wet wooden floorboards.

Adriano murmured, gesturing his head towards the car which was Edna's. " As you see fit." Donatello barely let out the word, the fury inside him made it struggling for him to keep his voice void of emotion. His grey steely orbs watched as his prey walked away with his queen in his arms, again unscathed from his trap. His teeth grinding together, as Adriano gently settled her inside the car, before rounding and getting inside too. His puppet, Peter starting the car. Donatello fisted his finger behind his back, as he watched the car leaving from his sight. The raindrops falling on him, the cold water not helping the burning in his chest.

I strode into the bathroom and washed away the remnants of the blood from my hands, then pumped a few squirts of disinfectant onto my hands before grabbing my phone. "Boss." Mario picked up the call after a single ring. "I want good news Mario." "I'm afraid I don't have good news just yet, it's confirmed that Donatello is dead, he was killed by that kid Enzo Morano crowned to head the underworld. Though he's no longer a kid, he's now a grown man with more power and influence in the underworld than Enzo Morano ever had. The bastard killed Donatello because he abducted some woman rumored to be his girlfriend, some weeks ago I sent some men to bring that woman to me, but she managed to escape."

He took out a black Browning from his waistband and slapped it down on the glass coffee table, the impact making a muffled thud against the surface. Tommaso's hand shook with fright, almost causing him to misplace the stitch. I looked at the gun on the table and scoffed lightly. "What use do I have for your filthy life?" Edoardo staggered slightly, both hands pressing against the coffee table as he stared at me. "You'd rather marry Bruno Lombardi, a mere loser of a university professor with a fixed salary, than return to my side?"

“Did someone inform Chen Li of our arrival?” “No, but he has been receiving some visitors for his auction since this morning.” Came Donatello’s voice as he exited one of the black Sedan’s with bulletproof windows. “The auction will start very soon. I hope you are all armed and prepared.” Mattia Donatello seemed to have aged since the last time I saw him but he was dressed to perfection in an elegant black suit with a white shirt underneath. His once dark brown hair was now mostly grey and his face was covered with wrinkles, and yet, you could tell that the man had once been charming and handsome enough to attract the attention of one of the biggest opera singers during his time and she had l

"What's the deal now? Heard you're returning to Italy. That's peak entertainment." The other danger sitting beside me cocked his head. "Careful what you hear next, Donatello. It might not be as entertaining as you think." No humour, plain and straight warning. Donatello looked offended as his chest raised up and down with an irritated expression on his face as he pressed his lips together. "Still," he mocked. "You realise if you leave Russia what it'll cost, right?"

Donatello mocked. “Johnny, will you shut his trap?” Alessandro asked. Johnny hit Donatello, and every strike echoed. “If I were you, I would shut it,” Johnny warned. “Now, I want to know why you wanted to take my wife,” Alessandro asked calmly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Donatello replied. Alessandro nodded, and Johnny struck him again. “I’ll ask again: why did you want my wife?” “And I’ll tell you again: I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you hit like a pussycat,” Donatello said, spitting out blood. Johnny moved a small table into the room.

Donatello forces his hand open and places his pinky finger on the board, without wasting time he slams the cutter down. “Aaaahhh!” His screams bounces of the walls of the rustic shed. “Where is he?!”. I yell out from frustration, shocking Donatello. He continues to scream from pain not saying anything. I stand up abruptly to grab his hair and slam it om the table harshly. “You better start fucking talking….” I slam a knife on the table. He was shaking in fear and tears began to fall from his eyes. “Please…..I don’t know.” Donatello laughs. “You cunt, of course we already know about you two meeting up just two days ago for business, so don’t lie to us.”

I let out a sigh of relief that he had remembered proper decorum, only for him to hold me to lead me into my own seat beside him. I sat down, my heart in my throat. Kaden sat down again, crossing one leg over the other. “So what is this about?” Even I was surprised by Kaden’s audacity. “This is the bullshit I was talking about,” Donatello hissed, his hand lifting to his cheek where a scar should have been. “Alpha Caelthorn,” Altman said slowly, intertwining his fingers. “It seems that there has been some form of misunderstanding between you and councilman Donatello here.”