Dona Morte Novels & Stories

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?"

"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

As I got closer, I saw Elder Montague shifting and knocking down the two warriors holding him. He was making a break straight at Nova, who hadn’t seen what had happened and had no idea. Without thinking I just reacted and ran towards her to push her out of the way. As I got near her, I realised too late I wasn’t fast enough and the giant elder wolf pushed me to the pavement and smashed my head to the ground. As things grew fuzzy and I started to slip into unconciousness the last thing I was aware of was Nova screaming and blood hitting the ground next me then everything went dark.

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…”

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.

Elio held our son, tucking the badge coiled with the black mamba into his swaddling. "From today, he is my sole heir." Cheers erupted, but the guests whispered in awe. "This Donna is legendary… ruling the Rossi family herself, and she's Elio Massimo's Donna too…" "Tsk," another sneered. "Heard the old Don Rossi shot himself. And Don Colombo… was found dead at the docks this morning. Enemy work, probably." In a corner of the hall, my consigliere quietly handed me a letter. "Madre… Don Colombo's final note."

I will have to go closer. I swallow down a large lump in my throat before I move closer to the Don’s bed. He is so pale, his skin looks waxy, and his eyes are still sunken in. There is dry blood around his nose and mouth. I just cannot tell if he is breathing, so I go right up to his bed. He looks dead. I cannot see him breathing at all. I bring my finger up to his nose to feel for any air escaping. Just then his eyes pop open and I scream so loud, I am sure the entire army outside must have heard me. I clasp my hands over my mouth. I want to run, but the sight in front of me has me frozen. The Don starts mumbling incoherent words and reaches his hand out to me. It breaks my heart to see suc