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He was finally going to be dealt with. He had, at least, carried out his orders successfully, but how they would have viewed those results, he couldn't begin to say. He was not told who would be meeting him. Perhaps no one was coming at all, and he would simply receive a message.
December 10, 2025 at 8:17 AM
He was finally going to be dealt with. He had, at least, carried out his orders successfully, but how they would have viewed those results, he couldn't begin to say. He was not told who would be meeting him. Perhaps no one was coming at all, and he would simply receive a message.
All Along the Watch Tower
December 10, 2025 at 7:44 AM
All Along the Watch Tower
Sheila E stared down at the yacht a moment, then had Voodoo Child pick up a boulder and fling it at the yacht. "Eriiiiiii!" It hit the yacht at such high speed it went all the way through, and the ship sank. "Jesus," Murolo said.
December 10, 2025 at 7:07 AM
Sheila E stared down at the yacht a moment, then had Voodoo Child pick up a boulder and fling it at the yacht. "Eriiiiiii!" It hit the yacht at such high speed it went all the way through, and the ship sank. "Jesus," Murolo said.
"Alright! Helicopter down!" Vittorio pumped his fist in the air. "They're not all dead," Volpe said. "The splash was wrong. Too scattered. The door opened before it crashed. Somebody jumped."
December 10, 2025 at 6:34 AM
"Alright! Helicopter down!" Vittorio pumped his fist in the air. "They're not all dead," Volpe said. "The splash was wrong. Too scattered. The door opened before it crashed. Somebody jumped."
The song was The Soldier in Love, a song based on the thoughts of a young soldier in the first world war towards his lover back home. It was a little forlorn, yet oddly cheery, with a marchlike strength to it.
December 10, 2025 at 5:57 AM
The song was The Soldier in Love, a song based on the thoughts of a young soldier in the first world war towards his lover back home. It was a little forlorn, yet oddly cheery, with a marchlike strength to it.
Nobody knew for sure, and it had never occurred to him to wonder. Thirty percent of the damage was done to him, so his head was covered in blood...but this did not discourage him.
December 10, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Nobody knew for sure, and it had never occurred to him to wonder. Thirty percent of the damage was done to him, so his head was covered in blood...but this did not discourage him.
But he took no pride in it. This was his father's work; he merely served in his father's place. He kept himself modest, at a respectful distance. As soon as Pericolo received the message, he went to report its contents to the boss. "Pardon me," he said.
December 10, 2025 at 5:21 AM
But he took no pride in it. This was his father's work; he merely served in his father's place. He kept himself modest, at a respectful distance. As soon as Pericolo received the message, he went to report its contents to the boss. "Pardon me," he said.
A gentle smile spread across his face. "That voice was my sister Amelia's. Her last words to me. She died in my arms, and left me with that." "….........." "1943. August 6th. The day she died. Do you know what that date means?" "….........."
December 10, 2025 at 4:43 AM
A gentle smile spread across his face. "That voice was my sister Amelia's. Her last words to me. She died in my arms, and left me with that." "….........." "1943. August 6th. The day she died. Do you know what that date means?" "….........."
But that's not what true resolve is. She needs the courage to retreat. I was hoping she would learn that working with a man as careful as you. Whether she did or not remains to be seen." "Courage..." He felt like Kocaqi had used that word.
December 10, 2025 at 4:06 AM
But that's not what true resolve is. She needs the courage to retreat. I was hoping she would learn that working with a man as careful as you. Whether she did or not remains to be seen." "Courage..." He felt like Kocaqi had used that word.
"That was how you grieved?" "Yes. And through the help of some good friends, I was able to pull through." "Thank heaven for good friends." "I'd be lost without them. I owe them a debt I can never repay." "And I hope that our listeners will support you in kind. Coming up next..."
December 10, 2025 at 3:28 AM
"That was how you grieved?" "Yes. And through the help of some good friends, I was able to pull through." "Thank heaven for good friends." "I'd be lost without them. I owe them a debt I can never repay." "And I hope that our listeners will support you in kind. Coming up next..."
He couldn't stop his tears. Why? Why was he suddenly crying, after all this time? If he was going to cry now, why hadn't he gone with them, back then? This was beyond regret. What he'd missed was too big, and would never come back. Giorno was standing before him.
December 10, 2025 at 2:52 AM
He couldn't stop his tears. Why? Why was he suddenly crying, after all this time? If he was going to cry now, why hadn't he gone with them, back then? This was beyond regret. What he'd missed was too big, and would never come back. Giorno was standing before him.
The color of their eyes had changed...or more accurately, their eyes no longer had color. Blank eyes in expressionless faces pointed at nothing in particular, their bodies propelled forward through no will of their own.
December 10, 2025 at 2:12 AM
The color of their eyes had changed...or more accurately, their eyes no longer had color. Blank eyes in expressionless faces pointed at nothing in particular, their bodies propelled forward through no will of their own.
I did it, Angelica! Massimo, Kocaqi, I did it! I won! Victory is mine! he thought. His hands stopped. His arms dropped, his head rolled, and his knees crumpled. As one. Blood oozed out from every inch of his frail, battered frame, the injuries robbing him of the strength to stand
December 10, 2025 at 1:35 AM
I did it, Angelica! Massimo, Kocaqi, I did it! I won! Victory is mine! he thought. His hands stopped. His arms dropped, his head rolled, and his knees crumpled. As one. Blood oozed out from every inch of his frail, battered frame, the injuries robbing him of the strength to stand
"I get it." "No, you don't. You don't, and Dad doesn't. He at least laments the state of the world...you simply ignore it." That was the last thing his brother said, the last time he saw him.
December 10, 2025 at 1:01 AM
"I get it." "No, you don't. You don't, and Dad doesn't. He at least laments the state of the world...you simply ignore it." That was the last thing his brother said, the last time he saw him.
"We asked you not to bring anyone else!" "There's plenty of room for everybody." "I say there isn't! Do as I say!" "Fine, then you get off. When another ship's in trouble, we help out. Law of the sea." "Whaaat?"
December 10, 2025 at 12:24 AM
"We asked you not to bring anyone else!" "There's plenty of room for everybody." "I say there isn't! Do as I say!" "Fine, then you get off. When another ship's in trouble, we help out. Law of the sea." "Whaaat?"
"Were you polite because you know deep down you can never match Mr. Murolo, and wished to show your respect? Or were you just making a nominal show of politeness to someone who you have no real opinion of? Be clear!"
December 10, 2025 at 12:24 AM
"Were you polite because you know deep down you can never match Mr. Murolo, and wished to show your respect? Or were you just making a nominal show of politeness to someone who you have no real opinion of? Be clear!"
"On that day, Sicily was a battlefield. The allied forces had landed in territory controlled by the Fаscists and the Nаzis. There was fighting everywhere. The Nаzis never seriously intended to hold the island. They only fought to cover their retreat.
December 9, 2025 at 11:46 PM
"On that day, Sicily was a battlefield. The allied forces had landed in territory controlled by the Fаscists and the Nаzis. There was fighting everywhere. The Nаzis never seriously intended to hold the island. They only fought to cover their retreat.
'You haven't betrayed anyone. Nobody ever let you. You don't trust anyone, so nobody ever trusted you. Your invincibility is useless. You may be strong, but there is no future in which you find yourself a purpose. Useless. Useless.'
December 9, 2025 at 11:13 PM
'You haven't betrayed anyone. Nobody ever let you. You don't trust anyone, so nobody ever trusted you. Your invincibility is useless. You may be strong, but there is no future in which you find yourself a purpose. Useless. Useless.'
They had trusted him. Believed in him. Been certain he could do anything. And he had never known what that felt like. Never know what it was to admire someone, to entrust your dreams and your future to them.
December 9, 2025 at 10:38 PM
They had trusted him. Believed in him. Been certain he could do anything. And he had never known what that felt like. Never know what it was to admire someone, to entrust your dreams and your future to them.
"…............" "Hello? Which of us is in the right, here? Me? Being all polite, speaking clearly, making sense? Or you? Sitting there in rude, stony silence. Not saying a blessed thing?
December 9, 2025 at 10:05 PM
"…............" "Hello? Which of us is in the right, here? Me? Being all polite, speaking clearly, making sense? Or you? Sitting there in rude, stony silence. Not saying a blessed thing?
Murolo scrambled backwards. He was too scared to turn his back and run. Too scared to risk a fatal attack from behind, even if that lowered his chances of escaping at all.
December 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Murolo scrambled backwards. He was too scared to turn his back and run. Too scared to risk a fatal attack from behind, even if that lowered his chances of escaping at all.
"As long as there is guilt in a man's heart, your power can never be removed, right? As long as there is guilt. But I have none. My heart deals only in facts, as it has always done. You can dig up all the voices you want – I hear them all every day."
December 9, 2025 at 8:51 PM
"As long as there is guilt in a man's heart, your power can never be removed, right? As long as there is guilt. But I have none. My heart deals only in facts, as it has always done. You can dig up all the voices you want – I hear them all every day."
The Syracuse cathedral – the Duomo – boasts one of the most imposing exteriors on Ortygia, an island with no shortage thereof.
December 9, 2025 at 8:14 PM
The Syracuse cathedral – the Duomo – boasts one of the most imposing exteriors on Ortygia, an island with no shortage thereof.
Then...over the sound of the radio, he heard a small clink. The sound of a fork touching a plate. He turned to look. Without his noticing, another customer had arrived. There was a plate in front of him, and he had a fork buried in the food.
December 9, 2025 at 7:41 PM
Then...over the sound of the radio, he heard a small clink. The sound of a fork touching a plate. He turned to look. Without his noticing, another customer had arrived. There was a plate in front of him, and he had a fork buried in the food.
“You must have already realized it too – Bucciarati originally died back when we first ran into Diavolo. He had been working with a dead body up until now. Maybe it was because of this power, maybe his determination caused a miracle.
December 9, 2025 at 7:09 PM
“You must have already realized it too – Bucciarati originally died back when we first ran into Diavolo. He had been working with a dead body up until now. Maybe it was because of this power, maybe his determination caused a miracle.