Diego's Death Jojo Novels & Stories

Writer's POV: Diego returned back to them, Maya and Cassandra. His face turned into one of horror as the two awaited the bad news they expected. " I can't find him," Diego spoke. " Damn it! Where the fuck did he go?" Maya yelled, throwing a furious punch on the table in which a jar stood, in the cause of punching, the jar fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. " Jones is weak, I'm sure he wouldn't have gone too far if he tried to escape,"

Not enough to breathe her in, not enough to plan, not enough to protect her forever. A lifetime is what I want. The vial is still out there. Diego is hiding it, waiting until the last possible second to use it. That gives me time, as long as focus stays sharp and emotions stay chained. Killing Joe was not the mistake. Killing him before getting answers was. Worse situations have been survived before. This will be no different. It has to be.

,he asked panicking. "I don't know " Diego's voice came out shaky. "I think it's a nightmare, I don't know man, I'm just scared...i haven't seen her this broken, not even when she went to see their graves for the first time ",he sounded broken. But I can't stop myself from crying. The sad reality is finally coming to pass. Mario is going to kill me, he'll gladly do it and die. There's no future for me No family, no hope.

The corners of my lip tilted up as I sheathed the sword back and watched. Diego looked from his fallen partner to Jude, fear replacing the anger in his eyes. He backed away, still holding his bleeding arm. "Who sent you?" Jude demanded, her voice hard as steel. There wasn't a tremor in it. Nothing to betray the fact that she'd just killed a man. Diego looked up toward the sky, like he was seeking God. He knew this might be the end of the road for him. We had underestimated the detective severely. That second of distraction caused him.

Her words had my eyes widened and shock painting over my countenance. “Your dick ass stepfather killed him, dummy. After the day I confronted you at the hotel, two days later Jackson’s body was found in his car. It was horror.” Everything was getting overwhelming, her words were getting too overwhelming for me to process and it felt like my head was spinning and it would burst with the amount of information I was receiving. Diego killed Jackson? My thoughts moved back to the last time I had seen Jackson. Diego had ordered his men to dragged Jackson away and truthfully since then, my mind hadn’t crossed to think about the boy….but now he was dead?

" Diego wondered to himself. Diego could still vaguely see Alejandro's face. He thought that this time he was really going to die at the hands of the enemy he hated. The corners of his lips turned up slowly and he closed his eyes as Alejandro squatted beside him. 'This time... it looks like I'll meet you, Viviane,' Diego thought as he surrendered to the situation. In the next second, only the sound of gunfire rang clearly in his ears. 'Does death feel like this?' Diego muttered as he felt nothing but pain from the poison that was still spreading throughout his body. Diego slowly opened his eyes and saw Murat lying stiff beside him. “Goodbye, Murat,” Alejandro hissed coldly. A few moments ago

She, Jojo, had mistaken Dave for Finn a few times. However, when she came from the Juvenile, she heard that he had died in a car accident. At that time, she was so busy saving her life that she barely enquired about him. But she knew one thing. They were not supposed to talk about Dave anymore. Jojo furrowed her brows. “Why did you say that he must be happy?” She asked. Finn sighed and looked at her eyes. “You once asked me about Nill, and I told you that I would explain everything sometime, right?” He asked.

But it was not his gun. He turned, after feeling that he'd been hit, to see Gio pointing a gun towards him. “Goodbye, father,” were the only words Gio spoke to him before the Don fell flat on his face. He, like Aleksandr, had come to the end of the road. Now left alone among the host of corpses, Gio and Aylla Pedro glared at each other, unsure what to think, but well aware that they were both alive because of each other's efforts and interventions.

Sunshine holds back his tears when seeing the blood running through Timmy’s jeans. Zanjo is panting and cannot feel his whole body in this upside-down position. “If you will kill us… Governor. We’ll drag you to hell with us,” he audaciously confronted the Governor. Don Pablo smiles enigmatically at him as he stabs his chest. The blood goes out of Zanjo’s nostrils, and suddenly the second stab kills him. Zanjo’s dead body hands while the blood is still running. “ZANJO!” Timmy cries in vain when seeing his friend’s lifeless face.

This wasn't the death of the body; it was the erasure of the self. Julian screamed—a sound of such raw, human agony that it shattered the nearby burial urns. With a burst of strength that defied the curse, he threw himself in front of me, taking the brunt of the Priest’s next strike. The white light scorched his back, the fabric of his shirt disintegrating into ash. He fell to his knees, gasping, but he didn't let go of me. He pulled me down into the dirt, shielding me with his own broken body.