Tmnt 2012 Donnie Novels & Stories

“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.

"What the hell are you saying!" Vincent roared, shooting to his feet. "Who gave you the right to curse my wife?!" On the line, the maid's voice broke with terror. "Don, I swear—I'm not lying... Mrs. Corleone—she's not breathing. Looks like she's been gone for hours... She's lying in blood, and the baby's face is purple—" "Shut up!" he exploded, voice cracking into madness. "You're fired. Get out! I'll send someone else for Avila!"

Leo Mancini. This was the first real look I’d gotten at him. He looked like he was in his late twenties, he was at least 6’2 tall. His raven hair fell neatly into place, his storm-gray eyes cold and unreadable. His rolled-up sleeves revealed dark tattoos wrapping around his forearms. He radiated power, dominance. Girls would kill for a man like him. Not me though I wanted to vomit. “Get in. We’re about to take off,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with command.

It can't be more than a twenty dollar lock box, the kind with a three number code. She smiles as she makes her way over. "Momma made it easy for me to remember. The channel of my favorite cartoons." I just tilt my head as she puts the first dial on zero, the second on two, and the last one on six. "See, easy." What I see in there gives me the shock of my life. Annie, Lilly and Jonas are yours now. If Lilly opened this, it means that he got to us and left Lilly alive. If by some miracle he left Jonas, I need you to take care of him too. He is actually Lilly's half brother... Yes, I let him get to me, but he didn't win. He can't win. Promise me, Annie, promise me you won't let him win.

He must have noticed for he smirked as he came closer to me. "And where is the little bird running to?" His words sent shivers down my spine as I fully looked him over. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that looked like it was sewn on him and at the same time, could barely contain his build. His long, black hair was curled and neatly packed into a bun, some strands left out to cover his eyes. Before his tattooed hands were shoved into his pocket, I noticed a golden ring with the skull design which signifies his title as the Mafia Don.

Lia glanced back at me the moment she reached the door, saying, "You'll come to regret it. You'll end up just like me one day—" I cut her off, saying, "I won't since I have Vittore by my side." Lia laughed out loud, her expression distorted and manic. She then walked out and never showed up before me again. Antonio had just turned one when Vittore officially named him as the future Don of the Corleone Famiglia. Luca was also present at the Famiglia banquet. He made his way over and looked at Antonio, saying, "He looks strong and healthy."

"The thing I hate most in this world is an ungrateful creature like you." "I gave you a second life, gave you glory and power beyond measure, and you turn on me for some worthless dogs who mean nothing to us." "Fine. Then go run off and play house with your little bitch." "Pass the word down. As of today, I sever all ties with Daniel Vanetti and cast him out of the Vanetti family. From now on, anyone who dares help him will be shot!" Daniel's eyes went wide. "You're disowning me?"

Matteo’s hand on my stomach, the way he’d looked at me when he gave me that piece. Nico’s cool silence, Dante’s warm smile hiding all this rot underneath. I must’ve dozed off eventually because the next thing I knew, the clock said 12:07 and there was someone in my doorway. Nico. He still had the gala shirt on, sleeves rolled up now, top buttons undone. Tie gone, jacket probably tossed somewhere. The city light cut across his face, sharpening those cheekbones and making his gray eyes look almost silver. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching me like he’d been there a while.

"Mamma, stay here. I'll take care of them." "Wait." I stopped him, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out a dust-covered case. When I opened it, a black mafia sidearm lay inside. It was the weapon I had carried back when I ruled the family. "I'm coming with you. The Donna of the Medicis has never been someone who hides behind others."