Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

The breaking news banner still running along the bottom. I grip the banister. The woman on the screen is speaking directly to the camera with the particular careful composure of someone delivering something official. Something prepared. Something final. I walk down the stairs slowly. Rosa looks up when she hears me coming. Her face — Rosa who is warm and fierce and never looks frightened — is frightened. I sit down on the bottom stair and I look at the screen. The woman is still speaking. "—pulled from the river earlier this afternoon. Despite the efforts of medical personnel on scene, Dante Valentino succumbed to his injuries shortly after being recovered from the water. He was thirty years

“I don’t want to hear about it from the beginning. Just tell me very simply and clearly, what happened to Ronnie?” “Dead,” Jay leisurely spat out. Spencer was truly dumbfounded. That answer was surely simple and straightforward. “How did he die?” “Illness or homicide,” Jay continued to answer concisely. Spencer was so anxious that he cursed out, “Can’t you add more f*cking words to your sentences?” Jay added more words as he wished, “Illness or homicide, it’s to be determined.” Spencer was utterly speechless. “Well then, we’ll go according to your pace. Tell me in detail how you encountered my Ronnie up until his demise.”

After a few minutes, it was Vania who came out sobbing Zed felt his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. "My darling…" he exclaimed. He didn't finish his sentence when Vania bellowed: "Zed the doctor said Grandma is dead!!.... To be continued

“We can’t save him. Move!” The words hit harder than the gunfire. Panic and disbelief twisted in my chest. “No… not him. I can’t…” But it was already too late. Vittorio Moretti’s last breath came out in a broken whisper, his eyes wide with warning. “Someone close. It ISA” Then he was still. Gunfire still cracked through the hall, but all I could hear were those words. Someone close. Close enough to know our time, our place and our people. Close enough to betray us.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

Ryan sobbed as he tightly held the hand that was gripping his. “L-Look after… and love… K-Kacee,” Anthony continued weakly. “Kuya, please! Hold on!” Ryan cried before turning to the people carrying Anthony’s stretcher. “Please, take him now!” Anthony took a deep, labored breath before uttering his final words. “I’ll be with Amanda… in the afterlife.” Anthony released his final breath. His eyes slowly closed, and the hand that had been holding Ryan gradually went limp. “Anthony!” Kacee screamed.

"Tell me she's not dead. Tell me my woman is not fucking dead, doctor. Tell me that and I won't burn this whole place to the fucking ground." The doctor gently removed his hand. "Mr. St. Trinity... I'm sorry." RAyNe stood frozen. "She... she passed in the early hours of yesterday evening. We tried everything." RAyNe shook his head slowly, backing away. "No. No, you're lying. You're all lying. I need to see her. Take me to her." The doctor looked away. "There’s nothing left to see." "What?" "Mr. Voltaire signed the cremation papers. She was cremated yesterday. Her ashes were delivered to him this morning."

I don't know how long will I be there but long enough that I can get over it. Ronny came to see me a few hours later because his parents informed him of my departure for Africa, he was a little worried about me Ronny: are you sure you want to leave?! I do. Ronny: Have you heard from the other one?! Me: no I don't Ronny: if you want I know people who can avenge you just one word and I ask them Me: are you talking about the truant for whom you work?! Ronny: sort of Me: don't become like them it's not a life

But now, he looked worse than a beggar who lived in a pile of trash. "How did this happen? What happened?" Briella asked anxiously. Ronaldo was still gasping for breath, his face filled with panic, and said, "Our mission at the West Suburb Manor has failed!" "What?" Briella asked in disbelief. Both Briella and Harvey gathered so many experts, how could they possibly have failed? Briella's expression darkened. "Are the losses significant?" "The Chapman brothers are dead, and my woman is dead too," Ronaldo said through gritted teeth.

------ Meanwhile, back in Romero Headquarters, the black van which had been parked to the cutb when all that commotion was happening at the entrance, pulled away from it and drove down to the highway. Zaire sat in the backseat, a pleasant smile on his face. Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed as he thought about what just happened. The look on Lana's face when that reporter had mentioned his side of the story, made him to double up every more. He had never seen her so flustered, so shaken... The last time, he saw her that way was when she was locked up in his tower in Monero. She had been as scared as she was now, he was sure of it, but he chose to blindly ignore it.