3
Donatella
“Thanks, babe,” Zach said, accepting the plate Donatella made him. “Your sister is an amazing cook.”
“Please,” Donna scoffed. “Bella couldn’t cook her way out of an oven. Her friend, NiYah, the medical examiner, cooked all this shit.”
“Medical examiner? Ewe. That’s dark,” he remarked with a frown. “Don’t matter anyway. As long as Bella is as fine as you, she ain’t never gotta cook.”
Donna rolled her eyes. Zach was acting like a typical twin chaser. His behavior was bordering pathetic and unattractive. Other than their physical appearance, she and Belladonna had absolutely nothing in common. Admittedly, Bella was more grounded. She was thegood daughterthat had dinner with their parents at least once a month. Bella got married when she was expected, to a handsome, strong, reliable black man. As far as Donatella was concerned, Bella was taking up the slack. Her sister was the perfect daughter that she couldn’t be for her parents. She deserved to be happy.
But sadly, the fairytale hadn’t worked out for Bella with her husband. No matter how handsome and perfect on paper he was, it didn’t change the fact that he was gay. So, she winded up falling in love with the governor’s baby brother, a white dude from corporate America.
Donatella laughed out loud at her hypocrisy. She, herself, was feeling a privileged white boy. She had also spent some time with the governor’s brother. Lincoln Creed had blown her whole fucking mind. It was not at all what she expected from the West Point graduate, theAll-American soldier.
They’d only spent a few hours together. Yet, he was able to rock her world in such a short amount of time. The conversation flowed effortlessly and his enormous dick was like a wand that created beautiful magic. She’d hoped to see him again, feel him again. He’d promised to call, and he did. Unfortunately, she was sent under the very next day. Now, she continuously found herself scanning Bella’s backyard, hoping to see him.
“Donna!” her sister called from behind.
When she turned, Bella was waving her over. Donatella stood and mumbled, “I’ll be back.”
“I love the hair,” Bella complimented when she made it over to her.
“Thanks.”
Donna’s hair had grown out of the pixie cut into a chin-length bob. Unlike Bella, whose jet-black hair was always long and straight, she frequently changed her hairstyles. Whereas her sister’s look was always traditionally Native, her looks changed depending upon whatever criminal organization she was trying to infiltrate.
“Nice party.” Donna discreetly scanned the yard again for Lincoln. “The yard looks amazing. When did you do all this?”
“I didn’t,” Bella admitted. “Lucas did all the landscaping.”
Donna narrow her eyes in suspicion. “You mean, he paid somebody.”
“Noooo, girl.” Bella chuckled. “Lucas and Dean did all this shit.”
“Weird,” Donna muttered. “Only you can get your current man and your ex-husband to do shit for you. Hell, none of my exes even speak to me.”
“There’s no competition between Lucas and Dean. They ain't got no beef.And, speaking of exes…”
Donna followed Bella’s line of sight and her eyes landed on Victoria Price. She was still so beautiful. A quick flash of their short fling caused a tiny smile to escape before she could stop it. She hoped her sister hadn't noticed.
“I thought you hated her,” Donna pointed out.
“We’ve worked out our differences.”
“Whaaaat? I'm shocked. Your ass can hold a grudge forever.”
Bella laughed. “Maybe I’ve matured.”
“Maybe. Mm-mm-mm, girl, look at her man though. He is so fucking fine. What I wouldn’t do!”
“What you wouldn’t do for what?”
Donna startled and turned right into Lincoln. He was a sight, tall and muscular with a face that could give sight to the blind. If she were the type, she would have swooned.
“A Klondike bar,” she responded with a smirk.
“I got your Klondike bar,” he mouthed.
