Rosinante Death Novels & Stories

His heart continued to race, nerves still tingling from the fight, but— She was right. It was over. Dante Rossi—the man who had plunged their lives into chaos—was dead. The Price of War A crackle in his earpiece interrupted the moment. Connor's voice came through. “You all still alive in there?” Adrian sighed, pressing a hand to his side where he felt blood warmth, but the pain was minimal. “We’re fine.” “Dante?” Adrian glanced down at the body. “Not anymore.” A low whistle followed. “I guess that means we can light up the sky.”

she whispered; Luciana couldn’t answer, foam on her lips, eyes glassed over Rosalie cried that night cried hard then buried the dress she wore in the garden and burned the carpet with her own hands. That should’ve been the end of it but it never is, is it? Because someone else had been watching Luciana. Someone who’d never been touched by her but would’ve killed to be near her. A man in Chicago, a remnant of Capone’s legacy, a man who still sat at the long table of The Outfit. He’d watched Luciana dance once in a Chicago speakeasy and never looked at another woman again, never touched her, never dared Until he saw her name in the obituaries cause of death: cardiac arrest. He knew better and

"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.

"Leo, Heidi's dead! She died! Just forget about her!" Leo was stunned. He grabbed her shoulders and asked incredulously, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Holding her head high, Rosalie countered loudly. "It's not nonsense. She's really dead. She died of lung cancer. I attended her funeral this morning!" Leo didn't believe her. Pulling her along, he walked out. He drove her to my grave. It wasn't until he saw my photo on the tomb that he understood Rosalie was telling the truth. Dropping to his knees before my grave, he started bawling his eyes out like a child.

His morning mood did not have a negative impact on Rori, who barely seemed to say anything to him other than, 'sorry! "What happened to her?" Rori asked, after she had noticed the persistent silence was doing both of them no good. "I don't know," Drake said. "It was in the morning. I unusually woke up early that day. I was in the church, looking at our future, writing our future down and dreaming of it. The next thing I knew, I got a phone call. Rosetta was dead. My fiancee was dead." "It is fine," Rori said. Drake started crying.

"Damn it! We’re too late. She must've know that we were coming for him." Sebastian’s mind reeled. "Whoever did this knew we were getting close. We need to figure out our next move fast." **** Mrs. Rojas reclined in her luxurious armchair, the muted hum of the television providing a soothing backdrop as she sipped her warm tea. The news segment detailed the death of Rico, a local man found poisoned in his apartment. The report also mentioned that Lillian, the pregnant woman recently missing, had been found and taken to a hospital. The name of the hospital was not disclosed.

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

Aunt Rosy always blamed me for a death. "She's not!" Granny defended again. I could feel the tears threatening to fall. I felt a hand on my thigh and it was kind of soothing. I knew it was Ace. "Yes, she is!" Aunt Rosy yelled. "She was always a spoiled little brat!" she continued. "Rose died because of her! If it wasn't for her, she would be alive by now!" she continued and now I couldn't tolerate it. I pushed my chair back and stood up.

The beautiful features of her face seemed to have fallen apart, and when she spoke her voice sounded a little brittle, but a sudden hardness had appeared in her eyes. “How did he die?” “That, I don't know myself, but I've seen him. My manager found his body, sitting behind the desk in my office with a hole in the head.” Rico paused, trying to decide if he should go on or not. He decided to. “I've made inquiries about the gun which shot him and I discovered he was shot with my gun.” Rose dropped the glass cup on the hardwood of the cabinet with a loud click. She poured herself another glass of whiskey and gulped it down.

"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.