Dona Morte Novels & Stories

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

The carriage is rocking as we cross the bridge, and one glance down at the frothing water below makes me wish I hadn’t looked. “It’s what everyone says.” She squeezes her sides tighter. “Anytime I hear anything about Hawthorn it’s about how dangerous it is. Your dad didn’t tell you anything? What about your mom?” “She died when I was a baby. I don’t remember her.” We’re almost at the end of the drawbridge and my heart slams against my ribcage in anticipation of the unknown. Whatever lies on the other side of this bridge, it for sure won’t be like small-town Wisconsin.

Angelina stepped forward. "Punish this woman by sending her to Doomsbury," Landon instructed with indifference, effectively condemning Donna to death. Doomsbury was notorious for being a hellhole. Men who found themselves there could have their organs forcibly removed or be enslaved. The women were worse—they could end up in prostitution and plagued by sexual diseases. "Mr. Landon! It wasn't me. I was taking Ms. Zoe's orders!" Donna cried out, but it was in vain. Angelina signaled at two bodyguards, who dragged Donna away.

I only made one sound for a moment before death took away the remnants of my consciousness. Dona collapsed in front of the INDICENT headquarters after using the Body Transfer from outside the Demon Forest to Alas Purwo. Barbara's limp body slid over Dona's back and almost crashed to the ground. Dona's consciousness was about to recede, black dots filled her vision and her head was dizzy. Several people from within the base rushed to the two of them. When Dona finally passed out, someone was already carrying her.

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

I haven’t ever had sex but trust me when I say imma make that man fight me for his prize because it left me all kinds of turned on and ready to kick everyone out of the room so I could see what all the hype is about. “Are you even listening” Vic asks harshly from the doorway. “No I was to busy thinking about your dick” Kimberly sputters, YS starts cackling like a fucking hyena and two guys I have yet to meet choke on their own spit as they try to compose myself. “The new Dona, she no filter” one of the new guys says through is thick Italian accent. “No she doesn’t, but you’ll get used to it” comes a familiar voice.

Vanya pulled on the trigger, and I closed my fingers around hers on it, pulling it a second and a third time until Dimitri lay lifeless on the floor in a pool of blood. Vanya pulled away from me quickly, her eyes wide with fear and shock as she shook all over. “What have I done? I just… I just killed a person…” she mumbled uncontrollably. “I just killed… I…” I turned her around, wrapping my arms around her as I held her face against my chest. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” “Boss.” Marco’s voice came carefully from the doorway. “We should move him.” I nodded once.