Tmnt Donnie 2012 Novels & Stories

The man on the chair immediately starts to shake and I bit back my disgust when I notice he wets himself. Enzo sighs, shaking his head. “That’s the fourth time in thirty minutes.” The man in question sobs, although it is muffled because of the gag in his mouth. “What have you gotten so far?” “A new Monterro is in charge of our dealings. It’s the name I am looking for.” I take in the man, noting Enzo had already removed five of his fingers and from the way his legs were bent, Enzo had broken his knees too. “He is afraid of you. When I mentioned your name, he wet himself. And he did so again when you walked in.”

Three days later. Noah disappeared. I was searching everywhere when Dominic called. "I have your brother." "I'm sending you the location." "If you call the police, I'll have his organs harvested." He hung up. My blood turned to ice. What do I do? What do I do? The location pin showed somewhere near the coast. If I went, I wouldn't be as lucky as last time. I thought of Dante. He wasn't just an enforcer anymore. In three years, he'd risen to become the new Don of the Blackwood family.

Death wasn't just a possibility, it was inevitable. "Your role as her personal bodyguard would still stand," the Don added coldly, not even looking back as he turned toward the door. "Don't make me check the cameras again, Arnold." He vanished into the hallway, leaving me shivering in the cold room. I was safe for now, but the image of the burning knife stayed burned into my mind. I had to stay professional, but with Dorla... that was getting harder every single day. __________ __________ I stood in front of the small, cracked mirror in my quarters, dabbing a cotton swab at the split in my lip.

"I'm sorry, Caelum!" Solenne was crying, holding both the kids again. Despite her arm wrapped around Matteo, his stare was hard on me like the demon child he was. "What happened?" I asked emotionlessly, but before Sol could answer, Sandro was by my side with his wife. "Don, is everything ok? I saw my cousin being dragged outside." "Your cousin is about to have one less hand. I warned you not to make me repeat myself." "Of course, Don. What did he do, may I ask?" Sandro was trembling slightly as he stepped in front of his wife. He didn't know if I would also take my anger out on them.

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?

Meanwhile, the woman looked elegant with her purple cheongsam. "Aren't they Donnie and Jameela?" asked Kacey. I nodded in agreement. Donnie was the frontman of Erpid 19th, the band which was absent at the Soundrenaline tomorrow. Lately, Donnie has attracted public attention because of his vlog. He said 'idiot' to Indonesia's Muslim Defender masses. As a result, he was arrested by the police over the turbaned group's report. Then, he was paroled.

“As you can notice, though his eyes were covered, Donnie’s hands and feet weren't tied when he got out the room and seemed lifeless when the two men dragged him out the room. But observe what happened after.” I watched the clip. The two dragged Donnie’s body up until the blind spot of the camera. I want to ask him questions to kill the suspense but I’m scared to take my eyes off the screen. That just by blinking I might miss an important information. It only took thirty seconds. The longest thirty second of my life. Donnie was spotted on the camera. He’s running back to where the two drag him out. His eyes aren’t covered anymore and he’s holding a gun. He went inside the room and the moment

“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.”

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

"But it's so good." I shake my head and bring her in for a cuddle, my thoughts of adjusting myself long gone. "It doesn't make the movie any less sad." She cuddles into me as Jonas crawls over. He too wants up, so I free my hand and pull him into my lap, letting the day play itself out. Here I am, mafia don extrodinare, cuddling my kids. This really is the life.