How Does Doma Die Novels & Stories

the broadcaster continued, and my gaze dropped to the bottom of the TV, shock registering on my face as I recognized the man on the stretcher. Did he kill him? A bitter bile rose to my throat, panic rising, and just then, the front door flung open. More surprises. Damon strode through the door, into the sitting room, a gun in his hand, blood splattered on his face. I watched in horror, wondering what he had done, as he strode into the kitchen. Clenching my fists tightly, I dashed across the room, into the kitchen, ignoring Mary who was still trying to get my attention.

But because he’d let the darkness take him all the way in. Dom finally returned at sunrise. He didn’t bother knocking. Just strode into the kitchen like he owned the damn place. “I heard you’re unraveling,” he said, leaning against the counter. “I’m fine.” “You always say that when you’re about to set something on fire.” “Maybe I should.” He raised a brow. “About time.” I exhaled, slow. “Terenzi’s dead. Zach did it.” Dom’s eyes narrowed. “You sure?” “I’m not.”

In his place was a hollow shell of a man. "Jesus," I whispered, my hand going to my throat. "Damon was shot in the chest during the battle with the rogue pack from the eastern territories," Elder Blackwood explained, his voice clinical to hide his emotion. "The healer team used tremendous effort to save his life, but he has no will to survive. He's been in and out of consciousness for weeks." I moved closer to the bed, studying Damon's face. His cheekbones were sharp angles now, his skin gray and waxy. Even unconscious, there were lines of pain etched around his eyes.

“He’s finished! You won the war! Now, look at what you’re losing! Isabella is collapsing! She is bleeding! She needs you, damn you! Not your vengeance!” Isabella is collapsing. The words cut through the red haze like a shard of ice. It wasn't the sound of the gunshot or the pain of Damon’s death that broke the trance; it was the sharp, cold reality of my wife's life hanging in the balance. I looked down at Domenico, his face inches from mine, streaked with tears and dirt, and the animalistic fury slowly began to recede, replaced by a cold, numbing horror. I glanced over Domenico’s shoulder.

He didn't let me fall. "Hey," Dom murmured, his deep voice vibrating against my cheek. He pressed his hand against the back of my head, holding me steady, patting my back. "Shhhh. It’s okay. Diane. Breathe. Just breathe, Diane. It’s okay." "It’s not okay!" I screamed into his chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "It’s not o… okay! Dom! He was… he was… he was killing me, Dom!” I hiccupped. “He’s been killing me every single day!"

My lips trembled as I shook my head. Dominic spoiled me excessively, but every time I thought of the lives sacrificed behind all this indulgence, I couldn't bring myself to accept it with a clear conscience. Just as my inner torment reached the point where I was ready to slit my wrists and give up, Joshua came. "Dominic is dead," he said suddenly. He had died in that abandoned mine where we first met all those years ago. How was that possible? Someone as legendary as Dominic was untouchable. Not even a fly could get close to him, let alone a person intent on assassinating him.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

"When I got inside the house, I found your Mom dead on the living room floor. It looks like your Dad beat her to death with a baseball bat." I stare at him dumbfounded as I start shaking and drop. I would have hit the pavement and the car if Dom hadn't caught me. He holds me up and I start vomiting right there in the parking lot. "This isn't possible, this isn't happening," I cry through vomiting. "This is a bad dream!" I scream. Since I've stopped vomiting, Dom holds me to him as I continue to cry into his shirt, soaking it. "This isn't happening! He killed her because I wasn't there for him to beat on, didn't he?" I ask him.

I tilted my head waiting for… Dominick. Yes, Dominick. He managed to live. Right when I’m about to turn off the life support, his fingers moved. That’s when Ben yelled. “Stop!” it was a miracle. No one expected it. Dominick's fingers moved. A glimpse of hope cast on my heart. Blake tried to revive Damon as he turned back on the life support, but it was too late. Damon was dead. It consumed a day before Dominick wake up, and now, here we are.

Dome seemed hesitant to continue speaking. "She's what? Don't keep secrets from me," I said to Dome firmly and he instantly spoke the rest of his words. "She's been saying about wanting to die to solve your problem." "What?" It felt like my mind snapped at that one sentence. "She said that maybe she should die to solve your problem with the De Luca... that maybe if you lose her, Leo would back off because it would be fair since you will taste the pain of losing someone you love. It's concerning... really, sir... Madam never spoke like that before. But tonight... she... I think she had started to have suicidal thoughts in her mind."