Novelas y relatos de Dante Falconeri General Hospital

Zora's POV I stood on the tarmac of the private airfield, the sea breeze blowing through my long hair. No gunpowder. No bitter whiskey. No cheap, cloying perfume. Just the salty, free air of the Mediterranean. A silver Maserati pulled up, and a man got out. Lorenzo Falcone. I'd seen his picture a hundred times, but seeing him in person was something else. He was taller than Colter. More elegant. And far more dangerous.

FINN'S POV The day it happened, I was lounging on the couch at home, flipping through TV channels with my mother and Linda. My mind wasn’t really on the show playing, though. I was half-listening to Linda talk about some gossip she had picked up at the pack gathering earlier, but my thoughts were elsewhere. That was when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Is this Finn Hayden of the Crescent Moon pack? This is General Hospital. We need to inform you that your brother, Alpha Dante, has been brought in with severe burns. He’s in a critical condition.”

"I saved the spot. Ryan was going to-" "I don't care about Ryan!" Jax snapped, his eyes snapping open. They were dark, reflecting the passing streetlights. "I care about the scouts. I care about getting out of this town. Do you know what happens to me if the Falcons get hit with a fraud scandal? I’m done. My name is tied to yours." "So report me then. Get it over with."

But with the child inside her, she didn't risk it, and they forced her into the car. … "Don Valenti, there's a very high chance this test could cause a miscarriage." "Proceed." Dante sat on the couch at St. Marelle's Private Hospital, his legs crossed as he lit a cigar. Smoke drifted between him and the scene, and he watched without emotion. "But…" The doctor started to protest, then fell silent when the gun appeared. Silvia was bound to the bed, her limbs pinned and useless. To Dante, only his dignity mattered. He'd rather make a fatal mistake than allow even the smallest stain to remain.

ELLE: okay thanks I hang up the call, i was about to put my phone down when a call came through it. ELLE: hello Elle speaking, who is it? DANTE: hi... um..!, I'm Dante from hope hospital. I work in the lab. ELLE: i know hope hospital, but i don't remember anyone called Dante. DANTE: Yeah i was not there at that time. ELLE: okay, how may i help you Mr Dante. DANTE: please we need you at the hospital for an error we made. ELLE: an error on what. DANTE: we can't explain it on phone madam, so please can you come to the hospital.

"You should've stayed in the hospital, De Luca. It seems you've finally gone mad," sneered Dario Falco, the smug-eyed bastard who had sent the nurse. Vincenzo didn't flinch. His presence devoured the hall the moment he stepped in…sharp black suit stained with the echo of blood, his jaw locked, eyes like twin barrels of hellfire. "No," he said coldly. "I'm just awake now." "Awake?" A council member to his right scoffed. "You think you can come here, reeking of rebellion, and lecture us?"

Dante Falcone. Even in the dim light, his silhouette was flawless and dangerous. A black suit, ice-blue eyes, and a face that had captivated countless women. But it was obvious that, as my future husband by arrangement of our family, I wasn't here to admire him today. "Don Falcone," I said, closing the door behind us. The frail woman from moments ago was gone, replaced by someone standing ramrod straight. I finally let the smile fall from my face. "Miss Moretti," he acknowledged with a slight nod, his eyes sweeping over me. "My condolences."

The nurse hesitated, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to barge in and stop her. "You’re not technically cleared for movement, but…" her voice lowered, "I’ll say I didn’t see anything. Just be back in ten minutes. If anyone asks, I never saw you leave the room." That small mercy was enough. I pushed off the bed slowly, every part of my body ached, but I didn’t stop. The hospital gown felt too thin, too exposed, but I tugged a robe over it and stepped into the hall like I belonged there. "Mr Falcone, we still haven't been able to find any DNA in the city and all of our hospital branches in the country and out that belongs to your daughter, it's just like, she disappeared from the f

the doctor said as he entered Dante’s ward, “your vitals show vast improvement. You are cleared for discharge.” “Good.” Dante rose from the bed, adjusting the bandage on his arm. “I have one question.” The doctor blinked nervously. “Yes, sir?” “The donor,” Dante said slowly, voice smooth but deadly calm. “Tell me her name.” The doctor hesitated. “Um… I thought Mr. Felix had already…” “No,” Dante said. “He didn’t.” The doctor nodded, stepped closer, and lowered his voice. “It was a woman named Victoria. Victoria Hales.”

Even Maria from the bakery walked out of her shop. Dante Valenti, heir to a mafia family, was soaking wet right now. His face was covered in petals and blood, standing at the gate of a lemon grove in a small Sicanian town. He looked like a stray dog someone threw water on. He stood there stiff, face flushed red. Without saying a word, he climbed into his car and drove off like he was fleeing. That night, a call came from an unknown number. I thought it was the agricultural technician I had consulted, so I picked up.