Diego's Death Jojo Novels & Stories

Within him. “They were committing harm,” he says. “That has never been the threshold,” I reply. “I know.” The acknowledgment is immediate. Not defensive. Not uncertain. He waits. The system hums around us, vast and impartial, threads moving as designed. No alarms. No rupture. And yet, something strains at the edges of what was meant to remain stable. “You collected two souls whose time had not arrived,” I say. “And you did so without exchange.” “In the past, there was substitution,” Death answers. “This time, there was not.”

It’s infuriating and intriguing. She glances up at me with a soft, shy smile. “He was my best friend.” My stomach swoops. “Was?” She nods. “I would say he falls firmly in the ‘sad’ category over ‘hate.’ He, uh, died during prom. They cremated him before I even graduated.” I blow out a breath. “Shit. I’m sorry.” “Me too.” She squeezes my hand. “You would’ve liked him. We were obsessed with Manticore Quest together.”

Diego explained, his voice trembling with emotion. “I want him to feel the same pain and loss that he inflicted on me.” His words struck a chord within me: “And that is why I killed him and his mate, and now I killed his children too. Like did to me.” Diego’s eyes burned with fierce determination as he finished his confession, leaving me speechless at the depth of his pain and thirst for vengeance. “You and brother both will die in my hands,” he declared, his gaze unwavering.

Stellan shouted. Riana approached me and pulled me under the table. There I witnessed Redo Fierro’s body lying unconsciously on the ground as his blood continuously dripped. Then, he tried hard to gaze at me, bidding his last goodbye with an agonizing beam. Redo Fierro was dead . . . He finally closed my eyes without even hearing my voice, explaining every single detail why I’m grateful to have him by my side. ONE year has passed since the war between Atolon and Madreign had happened. Our region lived in silence and so did Atolon. However, I didn’t cut my communication with Renata.

Diego threw his head back a second later and came with a roar, pumping hot cum inside of her. On the heel of his orgasm, he fell into the bed right at her side and a moment later, before she could even catch her breath, he let out a soft snore that indicated he had fallen right asleep. That was when the magnitude of what had just happened finally hit her. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop the whimper from coming out. The question 'What have I done?’ kept replaying in her head. Frantically, she gathered her clothes and dressed up, holding the sides of it closed where Diego had ripped it.

But men like me never really stopped working, not completely. Jaleel had sent over reports earlier, and even though Alison kept trying to drag me away from work every five minutes, there were still things I had to handle before we returned home tomorrow. My phone rang suddenly against the desk. Diego. I picked up immediately. “Hello?” “He’s dead.” My fingers stilled, I leaned back slowly into the chair. “Confirmed?” Diego exhaled on the other side. “Confirmed enough. The car exploded on the bridge. Driver died instantly. Most of our men around got caught in the blast too.”

My father didn't die, they killed him,' Diego said with tears in his eyes. If I didn't know how Diego got to the dungeon, I would have pitied him. He looked so unhappy about the news of his father's death that one would have thought he truly loved his father. 'I might have an idea who did it,' Diego said suddenly. 'If you want to say the person is Linus, then don't bother. We know that already,' I said. 'Linus is a baby compared to this person,' Diego said smiling sheepishly. 'Who is he?' I asked as we all became interested.

The Russo family was responsible for the death Diego’s dad. This was just a tidbit of necessary info, that will affect the story going forward 😊

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

His voice quivering in fear. Miquel smiled, a cruel, twisted smile that sent a chill down Diego's spine. "I'm sorry too, Diego," he said, the evil glint in his eyes becoming more apparent. "I'm sorry that I ever trusted you." With a blink of Miguel's eyes, Gio squeezed the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the dungeon like a thunderclap. Diego's head snapped back, blood splattering against the wall behind him. Miquel watched, his eyes cold and unblinking, as Diego slumped forward in his chains, his life draining away in a pool of crimson.