Bianca Di Angelo Death Novels & Stories

Not because of the pain. But because Angel had fallen. “Do not glare at me, boy.” Then Bernardo’s eyes drifted automatically to the Don, “You too, father?” Both the Don and Tony glared. But Tony’s was worse. Jaw clenched. Veins bulging. Knuckles turning white. Then Tony spoke. Low. Controlled. Deadly. “You’re the one who killed Antonia.” It's not a question. It’s a fact. Bernardo covered his mouth with his hand.

After the call ended, I sat going over some notes when Dante and Antonio and Lorenzo came in. “To what do I owe this visit?” “She was trying to leave Chicago with a bus. Her parents gave her money but we missed her she got away,” Dante said. “Should we handle it, Cugino?” Antonio asked. “Yes, but don’t kill them; I want them to suffer, business-wise and personally,” I said, and I saw Gio smile his creepy-ass smile. “Very well, we will handle that,” Gio said, still smiling. Alessandra Sofia was talking a mile a minute. After Kian left, the nurse and doctor came to check up on me, and Sofia brought breakfast for me.

My heart hammered against my ribs. "What's on it?" "I found a list..." Bianca's voice turned grim. "A kill list... And lab data... detailed records of how every single test subject died..." She leaned in close, her voice a whisper, cold as the grave. "And then I saw it," she leaned in, her voice a ghost of a whisper. "A name on the list... Sophia Romano." My blood turned to ice. Every sound in the city faded to nothing. "What?" "Died three years ago," Bianca went on, not noticing my reaction. "Cause of death: multiple organ failure. The records say it was from an injection of an unstable anti-aging formula."

Her hand met his forearm even before she could try to pull away, and his hand landed on the small of her back to steady her. "Hey, I've got you and this isn't your fault. Nobody could blame you for being a little distracted. Your grandmother just died, for god’s sake." "Oh, Barach, I'm so sorry," Angel gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth and hide her absolute shock. "I had no idea it was so bad." Just seeing the woman's reaction, Barach knew she had two options. She could fall apart and

Everyone knew that something happened, but none of them knew exactly what happened. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before noticing how the jam was dripping off Michele's biscuit and instantly caught it on his finger before feeding it to him. "I think we might be getting a divorce," He revealed as Marco choked on his coffee and Arcangelo stopped chewing, everyone else staring at him in shock. "She blames me for the death of Rhea-" "-It's not your fault!" Angelica cried out in indignation. "It's because of this vendetta that this happened! Is she serious-?"

Angel glared at us and walked away. "Selena!" Bianca gasped, rushing over to me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you alone. I should have made sure you were safe." I mustered a weak smile, touched by her genuine remorse. "It's okay, Bianca. I managed to get home fine. Don't blame yourself." Her gaze shifted to Angel, who stood silently, watching our interaction with a cold detachment. Sensing the tension in the room, Bianca's brows furrowed. "What happened? Why is Angel so angry?"

to agree on the next move. — Let's talk in private, Sergio. This is a very delicate matter. — You're right, let's go inside. —Bianchi said as he entered the car with the man. Suddenly, the man leaned in to whisper something in Bianchi's ear. — This is a message from Moretti. Sergio Bianchi didn't have a chance. The bullet went through his heart, tearing it apart from the inside. The only sound was his final breath, a choking sigh that was lost in the air. Death itself claimed his soul, and so did Hell.

The pallbearers prepared to lift her. I turned slightly, searching for Bianca again. She was staring at the casket now, lips pressed so tight they’d lost color. Her arms were crossed, legs elegantly tucked to the side, posture perfect. But everything about her screamed rage. I stepped back toward her row and bent down slightly to her level. “Bianca.” She didn’t look at me. “I know you’re angry. But she deserved a proper funeral.” Still, nothing. “Say something.” She finally turned her face to mine. “You’re asking for war. That’s what this is.”

The door slammed open. My mother swept inside like a storm in heels. Bianca Russo. Perfect hair pinned in a cruel knot. A black dress for the morning, not out of grief but power. Her perfume filled the room before her voice did. “Get up,” she snapped. I stared at her, numb. “He’s dead.” “Yes.” Her tone was flat. “And yet you’re still alive. Which means you still have a duty.” My head whipped toward her. “Duty? He’s dead, Mother. Angelo is…” My voice cracked. “He’s dead.”

"She insulated herself perfectly." "It gets worse," Marcus continued, his throat clicking as he swallowed hard. "Bianca was processed through our secondary holding gate for a formal federal transport window twenty minutes ago. A private transport vehicle intercepted her route just two blocks from the headquarters. We... we just found the vehicle in an alley near the Chicago River, Chairman. Bianca is dead. A single, clean shot to the temple. Gangland-style execution."