Novel & Cerita Tmnt Mikey X Donnie

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.

A muffled, agonizing cry ripped out from deep inside his chest. He gripped the pregnancy test so hard his hand shook, and viciously slapped himself across the face. Blood instantly pooled at the corner of his mouth. This cold, ruthless Don who controlled the East Coast underworld was crying like a broken child. He had personally destroyed the only woman in the world who loved him. Worse, he had wiped out the only legitimate Costello heir they had half-killed themselves to get. On the exact same day, at a hillside mansion in Brooklyn. Dominic had just gotten back from a shootout at the docks, still smelling like gunpowder.

He seems to say something to Donnie who nods his head, before watching the red car speed off towards the pack exit. “Make sure he exits the grounds.” I command to Donnie through the mind-link. “Yes Alpha. Apologies Alpha, I didn’t realise who he was.” “Well now you know what the enemy looks like.” I walk around the side of the house where the warriors have remained with Rex until I arrived. “Mum, you just missed another alpha!” He excitedly chimes at me. “Did I?” “Yes, but Donnie said he had to go.” He frowns as I place my hand on his shoulder.

I had the loudest, evil laugh in my head when I heard a scoff from Michael as I poured all my attention on the guy who can't let anyone's testosterone beat his. "I just stopped by to grab this. A gift for my auntie," he answered, showing me a white paper bag with silver calligraphy on it. "And I think you were with uh... Montero?" He guessed, giving Michael a stare from head to toe. "Hello, Donna," he nodded at her. Hold up, he knows Donna? Glancing at her, I saw the way she just rolled her eyes. What's with her? Does she hate all sexy species on earth? But that's not the priority concern here.

Not only was Donnie one of the Three Demon Monks, Cody Garcia’s outer disciple… He also mastered the Prajna Fist. Back then, Eli saw his father could easily take out ten Indian bodyguards all by himself… How come he was this weak when he fought against Harvey? He was no different than a dead dog! Eli instinctively slapped himself in the face to ensure he was not just dreaming. Slap! Donnie was sent flying by another slap. After coughing out some blood, he struggled on the ground, desperately trying to stumble back up. Harvey composedly walked toward him before raising his palm.

She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna! I chuckled softly. “Do you have a cat at home?” Her face flushed visibly, her hands and feet awkward. Then I kindly pointed to the cat fur clinging to her strapless top. “Next time, remember to brush it off before you leave the house.” Ignoring her awkwardness, I turned and walked into the Don’s office. Leonardo stood motionless before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigar clamped between his fingers. Lost in thought, he hadn’t stirred for some time.

I had barely taken a sigh of relief when one of my guards, a young man who didn't look more than twenty, rushed in with a grin on his face. He seemed to have discovered something he WWE excited about. "Boss," he called out, panting heavily. "We just received some news. Marco went to meet with Damien!" He announced. A cold smirk appeared on my face, and I lifted my lips mockingly. I wasn't surprised, in fact, I was prepared for either one of them to make this move. "It seems that both Damien and Marco can no longer sit still, right?"

“Not him.” The needle stabbed into Dante’s shoulder instead. He grunted, blood welling instantly. The arm retracted, sample vial filling red. Panel voice: “Sample acquired. Mikhail Kuznetsov primacy confirmed. Global release accelerating. Phase Two complete in forty-seven minutes.” Mikhail’s tone turned almost gentle. “Thank you, underboss. Your sacrifice buys your lover a front-row seat.” Dante sagged against me, blood soaking through his shirt. Rocco tore his sleeve, pressing hard. “You stupid bastard—”

“Jace Blackwell. Look who decided to drag his pretty ass in here on a weekday.” I grin when I see Donny leaning against the ropes of the main ring. He’s been here since my father was still sneaking out to fight underground before he put on his fancy suits. Donny’s hair is more gray than black now, his nose is crooked three different ways, his smile is big, and he is missing a tooth. He flicks his eyes at Liana, who’s hovering near the door with her arms crossed like she might bolt any second. “And who’s this? Didn’t know you brought your girlfriends around here.”

Piero replied straightforwardly while I scouted over to the driver's seat. "Van Dranen." I called and he grunted, shifting comfortably. "Thank goodness, you're alive. Come on, get out of the car." I pleaded as he managed to wrap his arms around my neck, struggling to stand. "Pensavo fosse solo l'uomo in macchina? Chi è lui?" I didn't understand what that meant but he wasn't talking to me so there was no need for me to bother. "It appears that we made a wrong theory. I asked for footage of the club and well…" Piero stated handing a tablet to Marko, and irritation filled his expression as he violently tossed it back.