Dante Falconeri General Hospital Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched as he clicked his tongue with a smirk. Did the trouble I created tonight irritate him? I did not do this to him but…why did I feel guilty that he was now in an embarrassing situation that Fiona and I started? I slowly stepped aside but Dante held my waist to move me to his side. “It was my first time getting hit by a woman.” “She slapped and humiliated me first, Dante!” Fiona panicked. “Because you provoke her.” I bit my bottom lip when his hold around my waist tightened. “And it’s Mr. Marcellos for you, Ms. Gomez.”

ELIAS I stared at the ceiling of the damn hospital, and feel angry with myself, cause even though I hated it, I still hopped my little legs to this damn place today, but when I thought to through, I guess I did that, because I didn't wanted to die, cause...cause I had a purpose to live now, regardless of all my fucking demons Lucas was my purpose, and the only one that I wanted to live for.

I will preserve her for my life for my sanity. I killed many to get her back, insanity to get her back in my arms either by hook or crook. Falcone was reading the annual report when he heard some sound of giggling. He came to the window and looked outside. Faith was giggling looking at Damien. He was all in paint and colours. Falcone chuckled Oh My Devil! My kids, my wife…my Family ! Sounds too good to ears. Am I fortunate enough to get such a lovely family? It’s been a month but there is no progress between us. Dini is still angry and has become more frustrated.

Enzo's men quickly rushed to kick the gun away and then grabbed Falcon. One of the men hurried towards her. “Are you okay?” “I'm okay. But Dante isn't! Falcon shot him. He shot him.” She told the man through her panic. Without wasting any time, they dashed into the room. Dante was still on the floor lying in a pool of his own blood. But he was still breathing, albeit laboriously. Gypsy sank to to her knees beside him. “Dante.” Tears fell from her eyes as she took in his pale face. “Dante, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

"I swear on my life—nothing will ever happen to her." Dad gave a slow nod, picked up his fork. "Good. Now let's talk business." *** A week later, we were back at the Falcone estate. Dante was healing fast—his walk got smoother by the day. That night, after a business meeting, we stepped out of the car and he suddenly froze. "What's wrong?" He looked down at his leg, eyes wide. "I... there's no pain." He took a few steps. Solid. No limp.

On the way back, Valerie had gone into shock and had become unresponsive. "Val!" Dante exclaimed in relief as he ran to hug him tightly. Valerie was still unresponsive. "What is wrong with him?" Dante asked Stefano. "I have no idea, on the way here, he suddenly became like this, I think he is in shock" Stefano replied. "Let's get him inside first" Geremia suggested. They all went inside, Dante led Valerie to the bathroom. He took off his clothes, washed his body and put him into new clothes. He checked him for injuries but there was none. He told Maria to look after him before going back to meet the rest.

When it finally did, my dreams were filled with shadows and blood and a boy with my father’s eyes. *** Morning brought rain and bad news. Rico waited in the kitchen with fresh coffee and a thick folder. Damien limped in beside me, refusing the cane the doctor had suggested. He looked stronger today, color returning to his face, but I still caught him wincing when he thought I wasn’t looking. “His name is Dante Moretti,” Rico said, sliding the folder across the marble island. “Twenty-eight. Trained in Sicily under old cartel connections. Valeria gave birth to him in secret when she was seventeen. Marco knew about him but kept him hidden as insurance.”

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Dante sat upright in the hospital bed, his chest wrapped in thick white bandages, wires tangled at his arms. He looked pale, almost ghostly, but his eyes—those dark, sharp eyes—were very much alive. When the door opened, he looked up. June braced herself, half-expecting to see the man who’d shielded her at the Gala, the man who’d looked at her like she was the only thing left in the world. But no. His eyes were flat, cold, almost cruel.

He and Jonah exchange smiles. “It’s such a shame, such beauty has to deal with terrible blogs of her husband cheating.” My breath hitches in my throat. Dimitrio’s eyes darken and so did Jonah’s. “You should mind what you consume from the blogs Mr. Falcon. Those are nothing but rumors.” “Are they” I can feel the tension rise between them. “Well I’ll be on my way. Mr. Andrea.” He turns to me, “Princess.” He says and walks away. What kind of man is Dimitrio Falcon?