Nathan Rossi Passed Away Novels & Stories

Rosalia's POV Nothing was ever going to be the same. “Thank you all for being here today” Nathan's voice cracked as he spoke. “Brad was an amazing person, his life shouldn't have been cut short. Words aren't enough to describe what a man he was. Even in his last moments he was selfless, he had a heart of gold and I hope we all replicate that, thank you” I could see how much it was tearing him apart, but he did his best to stay strong.

Then, before everyone, he declared after the vows, "I am Lois' husband by marriage. And I will never leave her." Chris understood that my heart might not entirely belong to him, but the kindness he showed me never changed. On our wedding night, he held me tightly, almost as if he was afraid I would disappear or leave him. It wasn't until I pressed him that I learned the truth—Nathan had taken his own life. Before he died, he had been lucid for a while. He sent Chris the medical report from the studio along with a letter he had written for me. The letter was long, filled with nothing but regret.

Ross was sitting behind his desk, a glass of something dark and strong in his hand, his expression somewhere between relief and regret. “It’s handled,” Spencer said. Ross looked up slowly, eyes red and distant. “Good. I don’t want to hear about it again.” Spencer tilted his head. “You sure you’re built for this kind of silence, Ross?” Ross let out a bitter laugh, drained his glass, and muttered, “Silence is cheaper than guilt.” "So, Randall is..." "Dead and gone. Till the end the old fool thought he was the one pulling the strings." Ross smirked. He pulled out an envelope from his desk drawer. "Make this look like a freak accident. The rest is for the home invasion."

"Did Nathan have any family? Should I notify someone?" I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. "We were his family, Logan. His parents died in a car accident. His older brother died in Afghanistan… He had only us. And I will make sure that the fucker who killed him dies a painful and slow death." I heard Logan's sharp exhale and swallow. "Dominique will pay for this." A cold smirk twisted my lips. "Yes… he will." ***

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

"Cut that out, Matteo!" "How about you put your head back in the game, Zayne?" Gia didn't want to be in this place at this moment, and the Capo Bastone didn't look like he liked her for no just reason. And those glances he sent to her... "Nathan is dead." She gasped. Nathan How did... "You told me that over the damn phone," the Don's tone was beginning to get some heat too. "Is there anything else, or are you just fucking ranting?"

"Are you okay, what happened?" Amelia was certain he wanted to speak, but he found it hard to say the words. He slipped from the wall to the floor, placing both his hand on his head. He puffed out air from his mouth before finally speaking. "Nathan is dead," He said in a gravelly voice. "What?" She couldn't believe it. " He said he had more time to live"

"The Rossi matriarch passed away three days ago, in the early hours of the morning." My hand holding the bank statement shook, my eyes widening. "How? The money already went through, didn't it?" Elio kept his head bowed, terrified to meet my gaze. "The money arrived, but it was too late. Signorina Rossi didn't show up to sign the consent forms. The hospital refused to operate without her signature. She died in extreme pain. They say she was calling out for Signorina Rossi until her last breath." I froze. Instantly, a primal, suffocating dread crawled up my spine.

He looked at Donatello before pushing me gently, motioning to me that we were going to leave “I will leave you to enjoy your night while my wife and I tend to our other guests” “It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Luna Katerina, and thank you for the invite, Alpha Nathan” Nathan simply nodded in response before the two of us walked away from the man, heading to my family. “That went well” I teased, meaning that Nathan didn’t kill anyone. Not at least. “Let’s just hope that he doesn’t have me ripping his head off his body before the end of the night, yeah?”

he said softly, “Nathaniel had been sick for a while. That’s… actually why he confessed everything to me. He didn’t think he had much time left.” My breath stilled. “And yesterday…” Shane paused, voice lowering. “He passed away.” The world tilted. Just…tilted. I didn’t react. I couldn’t react. For a moment, it felt like my brain refused to process anything he’d just said. The words were there, floating in the air between us, loud and heavy and merciless, but my mind was wrapped in cotton, refusing to absorb the blow. Nathaniel is dead. Nathaniel… gone?