Donna Farmer の小説・ストーリー

"Isabella, don't be angry. I'm going to explain everything." "Three years ago, I went after Vivian. She turned me down." "For her image, she demanded I give up being the Don. I couldn't do that." "She got vicious. Said if I weren't a Don, no woman would ever love me." "I wanted to prove her wrong. To get back at her. So I..." He trailed off, like the rest hurt to say. I clenched my teeth. My voice came out poisonous. "So the noble Don Angelo decided to throw his love at some peasant girl, Isabella."

"I'll beg her! I'll give her anything! The family, the money, all of it! As long as she forgives me." The underboss's face was bitter. He was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Don, the Donna is gone." Vincenzo froze. "Gone?" The underboss nodded. "Before she left, she asked me to pass on a message." Vincenzo's throat tightened. "What message?" The underboss said quietly, "She said, from now on, may you never see each other again in life or death." After hearing that, Vincenzo collapsed to the ground, a mess.

The trio waved at her in a friendly manner and left, leaving Boma stunned by what had just happened. Boma went to use the restroom before leaving. As she entered the common area, she overheard a conversation between a couple of girls in one of the stalls. She paused and listened intently when she heard Donovan's name mentioned. The girls' voices were distinct: one was tiny and high-pitched, while the other was bold and assertive. "Someone told me that Donovan, the guy running for SUG President, is a cultist," the tiny voice claimed. "Did you know that?"

"All the years of hard work, my dear. It has all paid off. I am immensely proud." I tried to absorb their kindness, to let their joy lift me back up, but my gaze kept straying to the empty space where Kiara had stood. A moment later, a woman in a sleek black suit approached me, skillfully navigating through the well-wishers. "Excuse me, Miss Smith?" she said, her voice polite but firm. "My name is Janice. I work for Signor Volkov, the primary sponsor of the competition." I nodded, still dazed. "Yes?"

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

~Lianna Black~ What Ace said was a reminder that he owns me. He might have been very gentle with me tonight but the fact that he’s a mafia Don should never be taken for granted. I knew that he owns me now, no matter how much I hate people thinking of me as property but that's how life is in this world that I am in, sadly. “How can I help?” I asked the girl in the silver dressed named Andrea. I learned that she's working as John's secretary.

Something in me wanted to see more of it. I took a step closer, my gaze locking onto hers. “You want to know why you’re being trained?” My voice dropped lower. “Because you’re Donna. And you’re my wife. You’re now part of the mafia. The sooner you get this into your head, the better.” She blinked at me, her breath shaky, but she didn’t look away. “You must be fast, calculative, smart. You must have focus and be observant. This is the mafia, Nora. Not the U.S. In the mafia anything can happen. You need to learn how to use power tactically.”

He was telling his wife, the family's Donna, the city's Safety Officer, to pour wine for an outsider? The Capos around me, who once treated me with the utmost respect, were now whispering amongst themselves. "Looks like the winds are changing in the De Luca family." "What's a Donna? If it makes Amelia happy, she's just a glorified waitress." "I'd say it's not just the Donna title. That Intelligence Officer position will be the girl's sooner or later." Vincenzo watched me with a raised eyebrow, as if expecting my obedience. "What are you waiting for? You're the closest. Just help her out."

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck