Diego's Death Jojo Novels & Stories

I could see recognition beginning to spread across all of their faces, then a flicker of hesitation that passed as I looked sternly at the soldier holding Diego’s hair. What most of them knew was that Diego was dead, killed because of his betrayal. Not many knew that he still crawled across the surface of the earth. Diego coughed up more blood before he was able to talk again. He was about to launch into begging for his life, but I stopped him. "If you don't want me to end you right here, right now, you're going to do something for me. And I promise you, Diego, if you think you can run off and hide, then I'll make you wish I had killed you right here. Do you understand?"

"Possessive much, are we?" "You have no idea," Diego murmurs as he strides past him. "Mama, there's going to be a lot of bodies on the ground. Shield your eyes." I obey his command just this once, knowing that the horrors I've endured are enough to haunt my dreams for a lifetime. Once we're in the car, Diego gently removes his brother's suit jacket from around me. Taking in the full extent of my wounds, a low growl escapes him. "If my brave, feisty mama hadn't killed him already, I would have tortured him for weeks before I finally allowed him to bleed out slowly."

“We was just talkin’ about Diego.” The name hits like a stone dropped into my stomach. I keep the smile on. “Oh yeah?” Jordan leans back, one arm slung over the chair, lazy as a cat. “Yeah. I was asking them what they thought about that whole mess. Two nights ago, man gets himself killed trying to play tough. People got opinions.”

They saw Jojo, who appeared pale. Marilyn finally learned that after she left the Cloud Nine Building that night, Jojo saw Simon jump off the building. Simon had landed on Jojo's car and died in front of Jojo's eyes. The scream that Chad had heard when he left was Jojo. After returning to the company, Jojo immediately summoned all of Bellenuite's executives to a meeting.

“And in trying to survive, you signed your death.” Minutes turned to hours. Diego’s cries grew louder and hoarser. Alex broke him down piece by piece, demanding names, demanding truths. And though Diego eventually gasped out hints of a larger hand. A shadow that moved beyond Vincenzo. His words were cut short by his final breath. His head slumped forward, lifeless. The silence was deafening. Alex stood still, his chest rising and falling with harsh breaths. He looked at Diego’s body closely with hatred and satisfaction. His grip on the blade loosened, and it fell to the ground.

It was Diego. How could this be?! Diego was still alive? This bastard hadn't died after everything that happened?! Hadn't Papa Lucas killed him and dumped him into the middle of the ocean? Then why the hell was Diego standing right here? My mind screamed in sheer frustration, realizing that the demon from our past had risen again to claim his revenge. ****

My heart felt heavy with bitterness as my emotions churned like a stormy sea. My eyes narrowed into slits as she saw Josephine's smirk of satisfaction, gloating in her apparent victory. I ignored her provoking smile and looked at the dead headless corpse. "What is this?" I asked Diego. Diego looked chilled and said in a nonchalant voice, "This is a dead corpse." "It was running without a head," I said. "That's what happens when science goes wrong," Diego said. "They are the enforced ones, Miss Lewyn. They're trained to be great warriors. They are very powerful and determined."

I asked looking round the room hoping they would tell me some good news. “Well, Alyssa,” he said coming closer to me as I took as step back away from him. His eyes looked so empty and hurt as he came closer to where I was standing. “Please don’t tell me” I shook my head looking at Marcelo. “Diego didn’t make it,” He said as I gasped shaking my head as I covered my mouth looking at Marcelo hoping he would tell me what happened “How? He was fine when Kaleb and Kasper died,” I said to him, tears rolling down my face

Diego, doubled over in pain, was unprepared for Liam's follow-up punch that crashed into his chin! With a thunderous crash, Diego was hurled into the restaurant's central stone pillar, which splintered and crumbled with him to the ground. On the floor, Diego felt his jaw shatter, his spine snap, and his insides rupture. His scream was cut short as blood gushed from his mouth, and he lay still, lifeless. Jack and the remaining brothers, John and Hoyt, were petrified, staring at Liam with eyes wide in sheer disbelief.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.