Tmnt 2012 Donnie Novels & Stories

It was soon apparent that Tony had failed to read to the room and misunderstood that Donnie was on his side. However, Donnie only cast him a cool glance and growled, "Kneel." "Eh?" Tony did a double take but soon presumed that Donnie was talking to Frank. He snapped, "He's talking to you, gigolo! Mr. Ingram just told you to kneel—what are you spacing out for?!" "No, I'm telling you to kneel!" Donnie suddenly barked, glaring Tony straight in the eye.

I wrote the text and sent it to the Don's personal number, which I'd glimpsed before. Shortly after, the message was successfully sent. This time, it was my turn to send them to hell!

I had been outside, on the hunting grounds with the other men when he had walked up to me. He was older than me by just barely eleven months, and he had looked soft, but he didn’t flinch as he watched me shoot down the birds. I remembered exactly what he was wearing, a blue shirt that hit his knees, way too big shorts and a teddy bear that he held so close to his chest it looked deformed. He had come up to me later during the dinner, sans teddy bear, to ask if I could teach him how to shoot. He stared me straight in the eye, not a single stammer lining his voice. I had said yes, and that was where our brotherhood started.