Dona Morte Novels & Stories

“You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia quee

"Liliana, come here." He thought I would obediently wag my tail like a puppy and grovel at his feet like before. I stepped out from behind Alessandro and swept my gaze across the crowd boldly. How had Liliana, the mute of the Volsi family, become so unattainable? My gaze first landed on Alberto. "Since this is your territory, then Don Volsi—you who pride yourself on being the only Don in Altamura that honors its code—does Alberto's oppression and abuse of me count as a violation? And if it does, shouldn't there be punishment?"

Don stared at us, his voice descending into a cold whisper. "Alpha Jay Merlot."

“And why is that? We just met you today!” There were tears circling in Dora’s eyes, “My sister died in their hands…during last year’s hunting season. They forced her to do drugs with them…to turn her up…she didn’t even make it to the next dawn. So No. I won’t flip. And I think killing this bastard with drugs is too fucking merciful.” A deadly silence fell upon them, with Andre and Dora staring at each other. Andre looked away first. He picked up the injector again and slowly injected the drugs into Danton’s veins.

said Bad Santa. Morte meant death in Italian. That was a pretentious name to say the least. But no doubt he’d probably earned it. So, this Morte was probably the leader of this fucked up operation. So that made four men involved in this at least. Just how many more where there? Amber didn’t think too many more, because the more involved, the less their cuts of money would be. “I can handle Morte. And I’ll handle this bitch the same way I plan on handling our guest of honor tonight. If you all want a piece, come find us in ten…no make it twenty minutes. And save me some beer while you’re at it fuckers.”

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.

Don said and kept hitting Mark. “Please stop” Aurora began begging “You’re hurting him” “Ok fine, since the whole crew is begging, I will stop and move back to Georgia,” Don said and made his way back to Georgia “No, wait, wait” Aurora yelled as Don moved toward Aurora. “Please just let us go, I’m begging you please” Aurora and Lilith pleaded in tears. “I'm, m sorry but I already made up my mind, Georgia is dying today, I’m sorry but not sorry,” Don said and pulled Aurora and Lilith away and just then a firm masculine hand held his leg again.

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.

I suddenly laughed out loud. The bodyguards around me looked at me in horror, thinking I had gone mad. "Impossible." I crumpled the report into a ball and threw it into the wind. "She's so afraid of pain, how could she dare to die? She hates me so much, how could she bear to just die like this?" "She's lying to me. This is her trick to run away. Just like last time, she's just hiding." I refused to believe this so-called "scientific conclusion." I ordered a news blackout. Anyone who dared to say the Donna was dead would have their tongue cut out.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"