Dona Morte Novels & Stories

"Fine. I get your point. Still, it's kind of risky. You don't know what relationship The Apex Order has with the Doomers, so you have to be careful.” “The Apex Order?” Boma was confused. “Donovan’s cult is called The Apex Order.” “Oh.” “You did not know?” “It’s not important to me. I did not bother to find out.” “I understand your disinterest.” Said Hilda. “Still, as I was saying, seeing another P. O’s girl might not be worth it if you don’t know what relationship Donovan’s cult has with the girl’s P. O’s cult. I say send Donovan a text. Beg him or something. Do it now and see what he says. After all, he has not really threatened to punish you over this. He only said you will have to leave t

“We’ve been made aware of some she wolves going missing. From some of the North packs.” And because she is so fast she gets it instantly. Her eyebrows go up in surprise. “Including my old pack?” she asks. “Yes and the two neighbouring packs.” I confirm “Who?” she asks looking worried. “We got the names yesterday. From the Golden Harvest Pack was Mary Jameson, Lila Munroe and Reeva Varik” I tell her. Honesty is best. I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does.

Dawn nodded, taking her hand and leading her out of the motel room. ~0~ As it was a beautiful spring day, the funeral took place outside. Lena took her place on one of the seats, thornless rose in hand, Casey and Dawn either side of her. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to say farewell to Shawna Davis and commit her into the hands of God…”

I never back down from a challenge. Fuck.

Grandpa said Daddy used to be good to Mommy, and gentle with her. But after he became the Don, everything changed. Does being the Don turn you bad? But Grandpa didn’t turn bad, so I didn’t understand. “Grandpa, why don’t you go back and be the Don again? I hate them. They got Mommy killed. I want to...” I tipped my face up, not knowing how to say it. I only knew I was angry, but I couldn’t get it out. Grandpa said, “Revenge. The word you’re looking for is revenge.”

"Try anything stupid, and you'll die before the enemy touches you." Romeo swallowed hard. "Understood." Donato walked toward the door—then stopped. Dead still, everyone turned to look at him. "Donato?" Alessia whispered. He slowly lifted the black Morano device. The screen had changed, the blinking red dot,the one that represented Daisy's son was no longer in Avedia. It was no longer stationary, It was moving fast towards them. Daisy's blood ran cold. "What does that mean?" she whispered. Donato's eyes darkened to something unholy.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

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.”

one of the Don ‘’s men said immediately he made his way through the front door, Ben went to see the Don in his room. The latter was sitting on his bed smoking “Sir” Ben said getting his attention “Ben. You are back” The Don said his voice flat “Yes” Ben said “Have you heard what happened?” He asked, Ben decided to pretend he didn't know anything “No Sir” he answered “Dora killed a total of 35 of our men including Louis. She held a knife to my head and do you know what she said” the Don laughed