Dona Morte Novels & Stories

The idea of seeking out a witch was a risky endeavor, but at this point, I was willing to entertain any possibility that could bring an end to the darkness that threatened to consume me. "Where can we find this witch?" I asked, my tone cautious. Donna's lips curved into a sly smile. "Her name is Santana. And she's not exactly easy to locate." I frowned, my mind racing to recall the name. Morgana... The name rang a bell, sending shivers down my spine. "Santana? But she's... dead.." Donna's laughter was unsettling, a melodious sound that held an edge of malevolence. "Oh, my dear Lin, you'd be surprised by how many things you believe are true, but aren't."

I sure could use him for a few weeks. "Great. Now that we've taken care of that, let's talk about the funeral. Where will you bury the Don? I brought back his body. We can't risk taking him to the authorities because they will ask too many questions. I had the local police go to the scene and pronounce him dead from a heart attack. Some guys are taking care of the funeral arrangements as we're speaking. It would be better..."

(We had thought that because Sofia wasn’t arriving for the next few hours we could go out and she’d be safe since you warned everyone not to touch her. “Non credevamo che se ne sarebbe andata o che le sarebbe successo qualcosa quando sarebbe tornata. È stato un errore onesto e non accadrà mai più.” (We didn’t believe she would’ve been gone, or something would’ve happened to her by the time she came back. It was an honest mistake and it won’t ever happen again.) “What is your best guess as to her whereabouts? What if something bad happened to Rena? That poor defenseless, helpless, and confused girl? Even the basics of self-defense are beyond her.” Nico’s response was unduly concerned.

“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

Then the screen switched and Donna Marta appeared. She stood tall, dressed in black, her posture was calm, but her eyes carried something deeper and heavier. The room behind her was quiet and controlled, just like her. “My son, Rico De Romano, was involved in a road accident days ago,” she said, her voice steady, echoing through the room. “Since then, he has not been found.” Calla felt her throat tighten. Luxe shifted slightly towards her, silently consoling her, but her gaze remained up at the screen.

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

“𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚?” “𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩? 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘼 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚.”

Like he didn’t learn it in my bed, in my arms. They say he’s married now. That poor, quiet girl with the bruised wrists and wide eyes. Aziza. Even her name sounds fragile, like a whisper of a word that could easily be broken. She moves like a shadow, silent, careful. Like she’s always apologizing just for existing. She doesn’t talk much, but you can feel the fear in her posture, in the way she flinches before a room even notices her. She’s not a wife. She’s a possession.

“Will you help me?” I begged my childhood friend, Matteo Russo. “Right now, you’re the only person who can stand against Elijah. If you help me, I can fake my death and leave.” Matteo is the Don of the largest mafia family in Sinticily. To him, staging a fake death through an accident would be effortless. However, instead of answering, he asked, “Hazel, are you really willing to give up everything? Five years of marriage, and your son, who has always adored you. Once you fake your death, you’ll lose it all.”