Dona Morte Novels & Stories

Devon drinks a little and takes a bite of the cookie. “So how can I help you?” She asked again. “I have a friend here whose name is Irish, Irish it’s Luna and Luna she is Irish” Devon introduced us to each other and we greeted each other and shook hands. “She had an accident last year that killed her friends, colleagues, and her boyfriend… The bus that they are riding going to Baguio fell on the cliff and everybody died including her but there’s an unexplainable thing that happened… which is…---” Then he looked at me because he didn’t know how he was going to say it. He is worried that he might offend me.

I intended to return but Nikolai’s words echoed, sharp and undeniable. Stefano Guerra. Don of the Cosa Nostra. My father was dead. The realisation hit like a blade to the gut, followed by heat, white, roaring fury that settled low and dangerous. Stefano had injured him. If Christian Guerra was dead, Stefano had finished it. And Stefano will die by my hand.

The gentle look in his eyes as he spoke was particularly jarring to me, and I could only stare at him in a daze. It seemed like after two years, Isabella Rossi had finally gotten her wish. Tomorrow, the murderer who had killed my child and me would officially become the Don's wife in a glorious wedding ceremony. She would be the new Donna. Even though I had died long ago, I still felt a chilling cold that seeped deep inside of me, as though I still had a body and bones. Matteo focused his attention back on the body that had been laid on the ground, coldly ordering his men to cut it open.

Everyone included in that mess were asked to be captured together. Virginia was feeling so sad. She was sad because she knew about Donatello’s death news. After she learned about how Miller and Vincent’s factions were fighting against each other, she was worried about that boy’s condition. Today, she has asked Carlos to pick up Donatello and she planned to send him to the coastal village because it would be safer. However, as soon as Carlos arrived in Miller’s house, he found out that the boy was dead together with Lusiana. Lusiana was killed by Donatello and Donatello was killed by Miller.

"Do as I say. If the sky falls, I, the Don, will hold it up!" The bodyguard no longer dared to hesitate and turned to carry out the order. The high-ranking mobsters watching from the sidelines began to whisper, their voices impossible to suppress. "Helen really stepped on the Don's last nerve this time." "Everyone knows the Don's father died young and his Madre raised him and his sister alone. The Don values his Madre above all else. Who in the gang would dare to anger the old woman? Helen must be insane. You don't cross the Madre, especially not at a party in her honor."