Nathan Rossi Passed Away Novels & Stories

Had been a killer for decades, building his empire on David Harrison's corpse. And now I had proof. I closed the laptop and walked to my window. The city was waking up—people heading to work, living their normal lives, not knowing that Giuseppe Russo had died. A powerful man was gone. Another person from Mami Lulu’s past. Gone. My phone started buzzing then. Word was getting out. Vincent must have made the necessary calls. Texts, missed calls, voicemails from board members offering condolences, business associates expressing shock, people who'd probably been planning Giuseppe's funeral since his cancer diagnosis.

“Natalia’s back in Mexico just last week. I heard her company’s doing well now. She wanted me to help with the shady stuff, but I declined. Said I’m done with that life.” I took another long sip and enjoyed the solitude of the cemetery. Ross’s death anniversary, and all my other brothers who fell this day two years ago, were celebrated solemnly by all the remaining people in our ways. Everything was still difficult to digest. I sat there until the sun disappeared and the cold reached me. With swaying steps, I made my way back to my car and lazily drove off, feeling the dizziness from the few cans of beer I emptied. I’m yet to have my first meal of the day yet it’s already night. This isn’t t

"It isn't real. I swear it. The date she gave for the pregnancy... Ash, it was the first anniversary of her brother's death. I remember that night. I was a mess. I was on a mission. I drank too much, but I was not with her." Ashley raised her gaze to his. "Who were you with?" Nathan paused. "A friend," he said finally. "One of the men on my team." "And where is he today?" Nathan swallowed. "He was killed during an operation two years ago." The room seemed smaller. Ashley felt the walls closing in around her. She wanted to believe Nathan. She wanted to trust the man she loved more than anyone. But something inside her ached in a way she couldn't deny.

Dean’s messages had been the worst and full of baseless accusations. Nathan didn’t last week before he took the same route as Leon and killed himself.

NATHANIEL'S POV The world had been mourning Nathaniel King for thirty-two days. To the global markets, I was a tragic headline. To the Vance family, I was a charred memory at the base of a California cliff. But as the small, rusted motorboat cut through the mist of the Okutama Reservoir, I felt more alive than I had since the moment the steering rack of my race car snapped. The fisherman, a man named Sato whose face looked like a topographic map of the Japanese coast, killed the engine.

“I have a feeling he played a role in Viaan’s disqualification from the award. I want to know who he is and how he managed to get into the event.” Sarah nodded, quickly noting down the task. “Consider it done, sir. I’ll get all the information and bring it to you right away.” As she left the room, Nathan’s thoughts turned to his late friend, Vivian. Memories of their conversations flooded his mind, particularly the times Vivian spoke fondly about his son, Viaan. Vivian always emphasized how happy he was to be a father, sharing stories of Viaan’s innocent and childlike nature. A bittersweet smile formed on Nathan’s lips as he remembered those moments. Vivian’s untimely death had left a void i

His eyes filled with sorrow before he turned back to me and shook his head. “Nathan didn't make it,” he said softly. I didn't think I heard correctly, moving away I asked him again. “Where is Nathan?” “I'm sorry, he's dead. He died before the ambulance arrived, and there was nothing they could do to help him. His wounds were too serious and he'd lost too much blood.”

Ray hesitated, fear etched on his face. "For heaven's sake, just spit it out already! I don't have all day!" Scott shouted, his face flushed with anger. Ray shifted uncomfortably and scratched the back of his neck. He stole a quick glance at me before finally speaking, "Boss, Father Linus Rossi passed away earlier this morning," his voice was barely above a whisper. The bowl I had in my hold slipped right out of my palms and shattered on the ground...

I was going to be without her for less than twelve hours but that didn’t stop me from kissing her one last time before the magical weekend we shared was officially over. On Monday morning, I was faced with the death of Sal Rossi. It was all over the news. Sal had been found dead in his penthouse after an apparent overdose. Demetri always made his hits look like an accident. That way, there was less of a chance of a formal investigation if the death was viewed as accidental or of natural causes.

We entered and stood in front of the grave. 'Roswell De Silva' "I still can't believe he died... just because of his health conditions," I sighed deeply. "The last time I remember, he was strong. His hair wasn't even all gray for this to happen." "You thought so too?" he asked without emotion. "Yes. What about you?" "Of course, bad weeds take a long time to die. It's quite unbelievable for him to just die." "But still..." I scratched my forehead. "I understand it's not easy for you to accept this..."