Dona Morte Novels & Stories

The Don said but Mort just gave him cold shoulder and look expressionless which made the old man nervous. "No need. I'm here to tell you that Charlotte kidnapped a Massoullève." Mort said coldly, making the Don turn cadaverous pale and panic quickly stricken on his face. "W-what do you mean?" The Don asked in alarm. If there was another family he didn't want to cross with besides the Aslanovs, it was the Massoullève family. His blood ran cold. Mort step closer and gave him a dark and baleful look. "If you don't tell me where Sumire was taken. I'm going to wipe your entire clan first thing at dawn."

Just looking into his eyes, I saw silver shards of something, and from the mannerless rust in his voice, I knew—I was doomed. On my wedding day, the day I thought I would be marrying my childhood best friend and love, I instead became the bride of the wicked Don of the city. A Don is just another title for the god of the city. He controls every gang, every elected governor, every government policy. Bullets and loyalties—those are the laws of a Don. In Maython City, a Don is untouchable. I have heard too many rumors about Salvador. They say he has no heart—not for men, not for women. He hates all equally. Lucas used to speak about him in reverence in the bakery. Even my foster father has, tho

Jules blurted, and Lena’s eyes widened in shock. Now she realised she hadn’t seen Dona. “Dona is dead?” she questioned, and Jules nodded; Dona was killed in front of her this morning. They told her it was going to serve as a lesson to her, so she would learn to maintain her boundaries as a maid.

Someone who was one step ahead. The way someone had always been one step ahead. Sophia stood up. Moved to the oven. Pulled the croissants out on autopilot, her hands doing the work they always did while the rest of her was somewhere else entirely. "Raymond Holt," she said. A pause. "He is in Florida," Dana said. "Retired. No professional activity for fourteen months." "No professional activity we can see," Sophia said. Another pause. Longer. "I will run him," Dana said.

Just then, it hit me as my eyes widened slightly in disbelief. Could he also have had something to do with her death? I mean, in the mafia world, the exact cause of her death wasn't known. Only rumors lingered and some said, Mrs. Moretti, died during a rivalry war or that she was poisoned by some enemies. Some even went as far as whispering that she was blown up to death in the car Don Luciano, gave her personally, a few days after her birthday. So which version of her death was true and Could Don Luciano really be cruel enough to harm the woman who truly loved him, like the rumors said?

"That's not justice." "No. That's not the legal system that lets men like Magnus buy their way out of consequences. Frank makes them pay." Before I could respond, my phone rang again. Unknown number. "Don't answer." Rosabella started. I answered anyway. Put it on speaker. "Dr. Evan." Not Magnus. Frank. "Listen carefully." "What happened?" "Magnus Vance is dead." Air left my lungs. "What?" "Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold."

"The Donna. She took her own life. We couldn't save her." The other end went suddenly silent.

“You remind me of a girl in a deep, beautiful slumber. You’re dreaming of silk sheets and a monster who would kill for you.” I tilt my head, my brow furrowing. “I don’t understand.” “The problem with dreams,” she continues like she didn’t hear me, “is that the waking up is usually violent. You think you’re the heroine of a fairytale, but a girl is never the heroine.” Before I can find my voice to retort, a wall of pure heat and darkness moves between us. Nero. “Donna Nera.” His voice is a low growl, vibrating with a warning that makes the nearby guests shift uncomfortably.

"The Don went to save Miss Leone. You can scream yourself hoarse. It won't help." "Everyone knows you've always had it out for Miss Leone. How do you think the armory blew up? We're not blind." "You'd better pray Miss Leone's fine. Otherwise, Don Galante will be the first to come for you." The pain in my abdomen surged, heavier and sharper than before. Something warm spilled down my thighs and soaked into my skirt. I tried to move. I tried to drag myself farther from the collapsed area. A loose chunk of stone fell from above and slammed straight into my pregnant belly.