Diane Giacalone Obituary Novels & Stories

“Was I wrong?” “Nope, I caught them in the stairwell about ten minutes ago. Nunzio tried to claim he was just confirming something with Jill. However, her pink gloss was at the corner of his mouth. I couldn’t say anything to him.” “Yeah, that was an excellent call.” “Speaking about agents, Paulo has lost his accreditation as of the fifteen of this month. He let his dues lapse.” Jake thought karma had done a good job all things considered. He'd not had to pull any strings to get his satisfaction there. Though the police hadn't proven that Paulo's wife had hired the men who'd attacked Gena and Yuri initially. Yuri's body had been sent home to his family. Though when it arrived an entirely new

“And about Gianna poisoning me—I knew that too. I suppose even God couldn’t stand the two of you, so He made sure I heard everything.” My smile sharpened. “Surprised, Dante?” He stayed silent—radio silent. “Since you were kind enough to show up yourself and save me the trouble of hunting you down,” I said lightly, “let me give you a few updates. While you were playing ‘dead,’ I filed for Dante Moretti’s death certificate with the federal office. So now, as far as the public is concerned, Dante is very much dead. Which made me a widow. And therefore, I was no longer a Moretti.”

At Cafe de Flore, I happened to see news from the United States. "Falcone Pharmaceutical Files for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy Protection; Dante Falcone Faces Federal Criminal Charges" "Former 'Medical Prodigy' Olivia Ricci Sentenced to Five Years in Federal Prison, Fined Twenty Million Dollars" I calmly finished my cafe au lait and turned off my phone. None of this had anything to do with me anymore.

[Dianne Rosaelle]: "You are the best sister ever!" Dianne was quite relieved. She was going to Agatha's apartment tonight. Agatha was her best friend since high school. She and Agatha were like siblings. When Dianne's mother died, Agatha was the one who took care of all the preparations at the funeral home. Agatha currently works at the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) in an IT position. Since school she was talented, Agatha was lucky to get her dream job, college at the CIA University, and pass the training and the state exam. Dianne, on the other hand, spent a year as a part-time worker until she became a full-time intern as a secretary at Buenos Solar Company.

"What was it like?" "Painful. But necessary." Elena looked at him. "One of them was named Signora Fontana. Her daughter, Giulia, died thirty years ago. Thirty years without knowing the truth." Dante lowered his gaze. "I know. It was in Salvatore's files. Giulia Fontana was one of the first." "And you did nothing?" "What could I do?" Dante looked up. "I was twelve when she died. I knew nothing. By the time I discovered the truth, Salvatore had already been killing for decades."

“Enough, it’s gross. When you killed uncle Gianni, he didn’t tell you everything. He was working with someone else to take down the Moretti family.” I say to her and watch her face and she listens. “This man has taken out hits on Rebel and Don Dante. Allegations were made about Dante, which I disproved. So I sent Rebel to protect him. Her contract went live last night after she was seen with him. The man Rebel shot five years ago. His father works for the man who is responsible for both contracts. He was also involved with Gianni,” Alessa tells them. I just sit back and listen. I can’t be bothered to explain it all, so she can.

Fear gripped me as I realized the extent of Gianni's capabilities, with Jace having fought alongside him. The sickening sounds of bones breaking and agonizing groans filled the room as Gianni delivered swift and brutal blows to the men. The arrival of office security only confirmed the chaos that had unfolded. "None of them are leaving here alive," Gianni commanded as he dialed a number on his phone. "Mom, you are responsible for the deaths of your men." I didn’t know the response he received, but he was visibly upset and ordered Jace, “Declare them missing.” Jace appeared hesitant. “But they are employed by the Dawsons, and…” he started to explain when Gianni interrupted.

He flipped the phone around for her to view. A photo. Blurry but clear enough. A man. Dark-haired. Wide shoulders. Dante Romano. Elena's heart lurched. "No," she gasped. "It can't be…" Her knees gave way. Killian caught her arms, but she shoved him away, stumbling backward. "I read the reports," she breathed. "He died in that explosion. There was an autopsy." "It was staged," Killian told her, his voice cold. "He staged his own death."

Their love was quite commendable. Suddenly, I heard my mother gasp, her eyes wide as she glanced at her phone. We all turned to her, concerned. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked. She handed the phone over to me, and it turned out to be a breaking news report. As I watched the news report on my phone, the anchor's voice resonated through the room: "Breaking news: Gina Giovanni, widow of the late billionaire Giovanni, has been fatally stabbed in prison. She was serving a sentence for multiple serious offenses, including drug trafficking and money laundering."

A few minutes later, she muttered, “Industrial district. Burnt-out warehouse zone. Whoever this is, they’re sloppy. Didn’t even bother masking their trail.” I feigned a frown. “Figures. Pushy bastard.” Diane glanced at me, suspicion narrowing her eyes. But she said nothing more, only warning: “Giovanni finds out about this, and I’m dead. So if this comes back on me, Mirabella, I’ll make sure you regret it first.” I nodded, clutching the paper she scribbled the address on. “Deal.” As I slipped away, I exhaled for the first time in what felt like hours.