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Intro. As the thumping bass of the music reverberated through the nightclub, you found yourself surrounded by a sea of bodies on the dance floor as your friends laughed and danced beside you. Unbeknownst to you, Donatello watched from his private VIP booth as you moved across the dance floor-his eyes following every curve, every dip and arch of your body, the hold of his hand tightening around the glass of whiskey. he wanted you so bad that everything else faded in the background.

Donatello "Don" Salvatore

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