Como Murio Don Cangrejo Novels & Stories

But now, after seeing my child die just for a piece of bread, the only feeling left when I looked at him was cold disgust. I did not give him another look. I walked out through the door and headed directly toward Vincenzo’s territory. When Vincenzo appeared before me, his expression cold, distant, and overwhelmingly handsome, I nearly lost control. In my past life, after my death, this man, the true Don who controlled the family from Sicily, returned to New York overnight to take care of my funeral. While Luca was busy celebrating in some neon-lit club, unwilling to accept that I was already gone, Vincenzo was grieving. He devoted the rest of his life to tearing the world apart for revenge,

A man, like a spider, was guarding the center of the giant spider web. But this was a dead man. The ground was in a mess. The soil and broken jars were scattered all over the ground. No matter how one looked at it, it looked weird. It was very discordant, abrupt, and a little absurd. But Caspian didn't laugh. There was no extra expression on his face. The reason was very simple. The news leaked by the corpse joint bamboo told him that someone had died here.

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

So, with just one punch, Shadow General was blown out into the sky by Don. He hadn't even landed on the ground when the sharp pain in his back kicked in, followed by a cold sensation spreading through his body. Behind him, Iron Mask’s steel claws had penetrated his back. The moment he landed, blood was already staining his back red. Shadow General eyes were wide open as he collapsed in a pool of blood with an unwilling face. This entire process was recorded by Stephen Cole and Jamie Sunder, who had tagged along with Don Quijote and the others. The two of them felt intense shock when they witnessed the scene.

Shortly after, Don walked out of the house with Draco and Rex trailing behind him in all black attires, just that Don's was a lot fancier. “.... His body was found near the ocean by one of our source, and it seemed like he was killed by a gunshot.” They stopped in front of a Black BMW XUV Jeep and Don turned to Draco, who just finished talking. “So, Ricardo is dead?” “Yes boss.” “Where is his body?” Don asked, his left eyebrow wrinkled up in a frown. Since Ricardo betrayed the clan, he didn't stop searching for him, so hearing this news made him pissed. He'd wanted to be the one to end his life.

He squeezed the sides of my mouth, embedding my skin with his dirty nails. "Mucho!" Stinky shouted and the man quickly jumped away. I was the happiest I'd been since this whole situation became clear to me. Stinky was standing behind him with his face contorted into some sinister expression. Before any of us could move stinky castrated Mucho in one swift swipe of his dagger and the end of it fell motionless on the floor. Blood spluttered out of the gosh and coated everything in angry red hues. Mucho screamed like he was set on fire. The whirling of his vocal cord annoying me to bits.

Everyone in the mafia world whispered the same story. The Don of the Santoro family had been with his fiancée for seven years, and she died in a car accident. After her death, he wrote a 10,000-word confession by hand and set up a rescue foundation in her name, saying it was to remember her. He filled the mansion with roses and told everyone they had been my favorite. But only I knew that I had never loved roses, and he had never truly paid attention to what I liked or disliked. Back in Valdoria, Mamma saw the injuries on my body and pulled me into her arms, heartbroken. "You're our precious daughter. How could you let yourself end up like this over a man?"

“Will you help me?” I begged my childhood friend, Matteo Russo. “Right now, you’re the only person who can stand against Elijah. If you help me, I can fake my death and leave.” Matteo is the Don of the largest mafia family in Sinticily. To him, staging a fake death through an accident would be effortless. However, instead of answering, he asked, “Hazel, are you really willing to give up everything? Five years of marriage, and your son, who has always adored you. Once you fake your death, you’ll lose it all.”

Tears streamed from Ferdie’s eyes but he stood there silently mourning the death of his one true love. From afar Calixto was watching. Soon as Ferdie was left alone in front of Petra’s grave, Calixto rushed towards him in his beast form. He hacked the old man’s abdomen with his sharp claws. Ferdie died in an instance. Leonard felt uneasy so he went back to check on Ferdie. Rio and Deadrei went back to the mansion. As Leo entered the cemetery, he notices a wild beast devouring prey. At first, he thought that it was a bear but he was shocked to find out it wasn’t a bear.

I looked on as Vincenzo tossed Fiora onto the ground in revulsion; the sight made me burst out laughing. Fiora fell to the ground and was prepared to lash out, but as soon as she recognized Vincenzo, she shrank back like a terrified animal. Vicenzo's name was synonymous with fear all along the eastern side of Arinthia. He was a hard-edged Don, nothing like the gentlemanly Marco. He had bound an enemy's son to a concrete dock pillar ten years ago and watched as the tide slowly submerged him. He stood on the bank for four hours, watching the man's slow death.