Dona Morte Novels & Stories

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.

"It didn't reach the warehouse.” "Who the fuck let that happen." “They were too fast.” He didn’t raise his voice, but the cold precision in it made the threat behind the words impossible to ignore. "Antonio intercepted at junction 23. Moved to their hold in Seli." "Seli." Frank said it quietly. "That's my ground." "It was." Vito held his gaze. "Antonio is calling it his now.” I watched Frank process that information. His fist closed on his side. Once.

“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.

Riccardo snapped icily at Anna. Anna fell silent in terror. "Riccardo, don't be angry. If Anna is in the wrong, I'll certainly discipline her. However…" Sofia deliberately paused. "In a week, we have a business meeting with Don Alessandro Corleone of the Corleone family in Marasalto. "To make a perfect appearance, I asked Liliana to restore a set of jewelry that belonged to my grandmother. But she refused." Riccardo pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and said gently to Sofia, "I will handle this."

there was silence everywhere, then her tone softened, "how will you feel if we all are killed, Maya? We are talking about Don Damon here." Maya shuddered when she heard the name. Don Damon, the ruthless leader of the Mafia. Her father was a member, the fifth in rank. Maya had seen Don twice when her father threw a party. Don had graced the event. He didn't look like someone to be played with. She looked at Anna's scared face, then up at her mother's, and back down at her father's; he looked like he would have a heart attack any moment from now. She picked up the pen and signed the papers. She pushed it towards her father.

THE MORTAL CUP (1904) When they got to the house everything seemed fine and there was no signs of a struggle whatsoever. "Corazón, everything seems fine. Oh there she is", he pointed at Dona. "Where have you been Miss Rodriguez! I tried to reach you all night long. Come with me", she led them to Carla's room. "This bussed all night long, what kind of cup is this?" Dona inquired. "This is a Mortal Cup", she said but as she picked it up.

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?

, Lima said with a devious smile. “I know that smile too well. What is your good news?”, Dolores asked. “I need your forgiveness first, Mother”, Lima said in a small voice. Dolores smirked. “Holding something I want over me. I see my teachings are still in you. You are your mother’s daughter after all. You have my forgiveness, now spill”, she said. Lima smiled and sat beside her. “The Don is in town”, she said with a smile. “Okay which one?”, Dolores asked.

Teresa’s voice jolts my thoughts. I turn around to look at her. “Yes?” “The Don might not be back until tomorrow.” I cock my head. Dante left home very early this morning, it only makes sense that he’d be back by night. “Why?” “I’m not at liberty to say.” I take a step closer to Teresa, taking her hand in mine. “Can…you please, tell me?” She sighs. “It’s…madam Victoria’s 7th year death anniversary today.”