Tmnt Donnie 2012 Novels & Stories

This was the same man who almost had his dick up in a woman not up to an hour ago. Marco dismissed the everyone apart from Carlos. "Why are you looking so amused, this is not funny. The chances of them attacking is very, E Dio sa se sanno cosa stiamo consegnando nel carico, fanculo l'ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno. è questo" Marco said unable to finish his sentence and Carlos said. "Ayyy Andrà tutto bene, abbiamo sempre un piano, possono venire saremo pronti per quelle fottute fiche.." He said.

“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.

The safe house was in an old building in lower Manhattan. My fingerprint opened the lock. Damon was sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he was really injured. His left shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Blood was already soaking through the white gauze. "Who was it this time?" I asked, pulling out the medical kit. "Some punk from the Kozlov family," he grunted. "Thought he could make a move on my turf." I cut away his shirt.

The message flashed on the screen, making his blood run cold: "The clock starts now. You have 24 hours..." The message cut off abruptly, leaving Carlos staring at the screen in horror. Who was behind this ominous warning? What did they want from him? And what would happen when the clock struck zero?

Dante stood in front of the bathroom mirror knotting his tie three times before Tommy appeared in the doorway. "You look terrified." "I look fine." "You look like a man about to face a firing squad." Tommy leaned against the frame, smirking. "Which, to be fair, is a step up from six months ago when you were the firing squad." Dante pointed at the door. "Out." "Relax. He's good, man. He's really good for you." Tommy lost the smirk for a second, genuine underneath it. "I've known you a long time. I've never seen you look at anything the way you look at him."

She helped him up which is making me more annoyed than I already am. "What are you doing Donnie? Let's go right now." I warned her. "It's good you know your boyfriend's anger is not good. I could press charges against..." "Really? I'd like to see you try. Then you will understand why this city belongs to me." I cut him off ready to hit him again. "Damon is acting like an immature spoilt brat, I accept that." Donnie said. "What?"

A single video file popped up. Sofia clicked play, and the room filled with the sounds of a heated argument. On screen, Enzo Caruso paced back and forth in what looked like a hotel room. Across from him stood Antonio Russo, Sofia's brother, his face twisted with rage. "You can't do this, Enzo!" Antonio shouted. "You'll ruin everything!" Enzo's voice was calm, but firm. "It's already done, Antonio. I've given my statement to the feds. It's over."

Not the Tommy we knew, the one who could scale a tree faster than a squirrel, the one who could make us laugh until our sides ached. “I saw him smile the other night,” Donny said, breaking the quiet. His voice was low, like he didn’t want to scare the memory away. “Just for a second. I was telling him about the raccoon that stole my dinner out back.” A laugh tried to escape my chest. It didn’t quite make it. It caught in my throat, a painful lump of fear and relief. “You serious?” Donny nodded. A ghost of a smile played on his lips. “Dead serious. Little bastard took the whole burger. Didn’t even drop the bun.”

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

My eyes fell to the uneven bruises scattered across my arms before my gaze darkened. "The Donna?" I echoed. Matteo heard the sarcasm in my voice, but he couldn't care less. "Three lives aren't enough to atone for your adultery. What would the Famiglia think of me if I let you go unpunished?" He fell silent for a brief moment as his gaze settled on me. "One year of punishment in exchange for a lifetime as the Donna. It's a fair deal," he said calmly. With that, he casually tossed me a black card. "Go and buy something you like. Think of it as compensation."