Como Murio Don Cangrejo Novels & Stories

How could he still be so calm? "Now you get to see me go out with a big bang!" He made an attempt to wink at me, like this was the most appropriate time and place for a joke. "Noooo!!!" The shrill cry left my lips, as I watched Donatello pull his trigger on Martinez. The force of the bullet jerked Martinez's head to the side, before making him go limp in his seat. Martinez was no longer moving. He was dead. The whole world around me seemed to stop, as I struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

He’d squandered his empire on drink, hiding away in a ruin filled with the shredded remains of our old photos, talking to ghosts. On a crisp autumn morning, my mentor called. His voice was heavy. "Elena... Damian is dead. Complications from alcohol poisoning. They found him clutching that blood-stained miscarriage report." I listened to the voice on the other end while I gently dressed my baby in a soft pajama set. "Understood," I replied calmly. There was no grief. No triumph. I hung up and walked out onto the terrace, looking at the sunlight dancing on the waves. Damian’s death was nothing more than a dead leaf falling in the wind. It didn't even leave a ripple.

Below it lay the underground river channel leading out of the manor, where a speedboat was already waiting. Clutching my bleeding wound, I jumped into the dark chute. Behind me, the sound of chain explosions rang out. Fire swallowed everything. The Ivy who loved Alexander finally died in this grand display of fireworks.

with his vampire-ic powers, Cage stood just beside Jones and pierced the knife into Jones' chest. Jones' groan was the last word that left his mouth before he passed away. At this point, no word could describe the state of my anguish.

“if I don’t stop this now it’s still early, there would be a repeat of this incidence, and our enemies will make a mess of us. No one, can mess with the Martello’s and go free. He should be thanking his stars he’s still breathing, and this is because the shipment was found, nothing was missing, and my deal with the Russians went through. However, pray he speaks up and tells me who he works for, or else you will be picking up his bloody body parts off the floor since you care so much about him Damien.” I stare at Damien for a while, till he cowers a little, breaking my eyes away from his, I proceed to kick my prey hard in the spine “I need you talking asap” I say after picking up the chain sa

I caught up to Camilo just as he took the last step on the stairs. "He didn't mean it, Camilo! Please!" I screamed at him. When he refused to stop, I sprinted the last few meters toward him. Caught his arm and pulled. He whirled around. Eyes wide. Jaw clenched. This was the cruel mafia don looking back at me. Not the boy who had shown me the fireflies. "He decided to forfeit his life the moment he hit you. Whether it was unintentional and soft or intentional and hard. Leon Torrez will pay with his life!" Camilo growled. Jerked his arm out of my hands. A stab of fear sent me hurling at him again.

Don said while he hits Carlos against the trees. "Who said i want to kill you?" Carlos ask, and pierce his sharp claws deep into Don's left shoulder. "AHHHHH!" Don yells in pain, and then manage to grab Carlos shirt with one of his hand. He throw him off his back but Carlos Immediately transformed into a colony of bats, flies round the woods and then morph back into it's true form before his body could touch the forest ground. "..what did you do to my arm you blood sucker?!" Don yells at Carlos because he couldn't lift his left hand.

"You can’t stay on the floor. Lexi… she’s watching her mother is being treated. You have to be the Don." "There is no Don," I rasped, finally pushing myself up. My legs felt like they were made of glass. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, smearing the dried blood further across my skin. "The Don died on that pier. There’s only the man who destroyed the only thing worth saving." I stood, leaning heavily against the wall for support. The hallway was quiet now, the frantic energy of the trauma team replaced by the oppressive, low-humming dread of the ICU.

Don held a pistol in his hand, his cruel smile visible even in the midst of the chaos. Without thinking, I dove for the gun. My fingers closed around the trigger. I didn’t care that I was in the midst of a brawl with Jake; I spun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Bang! The shot ripped through the air, stopping Don Carlito mid-step. His mouth fell open in shock, then he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut over Caspian, whose eyes were wide in disbelief. The bullet had gone clean through his back, straight into his heart.

Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don, once made me a promise. If I proposed to him fifty-one times on livestream for the whole world to see, he would show up for the fifty-second and finally make our relationship public. But when the night of my fifty-second proposal came, Raffaele was in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart, Gianna. He bought her an entire yacht just to put a smile back on her face. I became the laughingstock of the internet. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Gianna was upset. I only went with her because she needed a change of scenery. That's why I missed it. Don't read too much into this.” “I'll say yes when you propose for the fifty-third time. Then you'll be my