Semua Bab To Trap A Kiss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

TwoNiccolo Capaldi I hadn’t really planned on getting my dick sucked by one of my own waitresses. In fact, I usually tried to keep business and pleasure separate. I was smart that way. I didn’t need some lawsuit saying that I’d been an asshole to a girl. And there were plenty of my “business associates” that had them. Me? I kept my nose clean. I respected women. And, while I wasn’t really the commitment type, I made sure anyone who was with me always had fun. Tonight though----tonight was fucking miserable. Pop had been put in the hospital, and all we could do was wait for him to pass now. Giuseppe Capaldi had worked like a race horse all his life, going at things full speed ahead, never stopping down. Because of him, my brother and I were now the heads of a massive empire that included most, if not all of Boston. Pop had had a heart attack a few months ago. Since then, he had never fully recovered. Tonight, he had had another one and t

FourNiccolo Capaldi When I got home, the first thing I did was I scrolled through Daniela’s Instagram. I had kept tabs on her over the years. Knowing who her family was, I had to. Pop had given Daniela’s mom, Augusta Berni, a job when no one else would because of them. As long as she’d worked for us, she had been safe from her past. Augusta had been a teenager when she met and fell in love with the son of our rivals, the Ramono’s. Augusta had worked as a nanny for the family. When their son got her pregnant, the Ramono family wanted her and her baby gone because it interfered with their plans to marry their son off to a mafia don’s daughter. My dad had done a business deal with the Ramono’s at the time had seen everything happened. Knowing Augusta would need someone to help keep her and her baby safe, he gave her a job as the maid in our house. That way he could always keep her safe and everyone would know that Augusta and her daughter Daniela were under Capa

SixNiccolo Capaldi Alessandro Romano knew his daughter was back in town. He also had no one stopping him from contacting her. Not his father, not her mother, not even Niccolo’s own father had that reach anymore. Not with him in the hospital, barely able to move, and the doctors certain that he wasn’t going to last long. “Luca!” he called out to his brother. The two of them lived in the same, large Beacon Hill mansion that had been in the family for as long as anyone could remember. He made his way from the office, to the hallway, looking for his brother. “Luca!” he called again. “Hey, hey, hey!” His brother came out of his room. “What’s wrong?” “Romano.” Luca’s face paled. “What about Romano?” “The old don is dead. Alessandro’s taking the throne. He just called me to invite us to the funeral and he wants us to bring Daniela.” Luca’s gaze narrowed. “Well, that’s not fucking happening. Her

EightNiccolo Capaldi The call came at lunch. It was from one of my men. Marco. “Hey, boss?” he said. I was sitting in my office at the club, going over some paperwork. In the afternoon, the club was closed, meaning I got to work on the day-to-day minutiae of owning it. It wasn’t until night that the club truly came to life. Now, it was empty, and depressing. “Hi, Marco,” I said, “what’s up?” “I know that you’re working. Normally, I wouldn’t have bothered you. But uh, you remember that girl you went to school with?” I froze. “Which one?” “The one that lived with you for a while. Dani, I think it was?” “Daniela,” I corrected. Dani was too familiar. I didn’t like the idea of anyone, particularly Marco, thinking they were friendlier with Dani than I was. And Dani was what Daniela allowed her friends, the few that she had, to call her. Marco wasn’t her friend. “Right. Daniela. I’m down here at

TenNiccolo Capaldi I knew that she was going to be difficult. That was why I had brought the knock out serum I used when I was having to fight off drunks in the club. Or anyone that might not be too excited about Capaldi family business practices. She didn’t even notice when I stuck her with the needle, knocking her out. “Rick!” I called. “Yes, boss?” my driver said. “Open the door for me, please. I’m going to be escorting Miss Berni to the plane, personally.” Rick glanced behind me to see me throwing an unconscious Daniela over my shoulder. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What the fuck are you doing, sir?” “I’m getting her out of Boston, safe,” I said. “Really?” he said. “Because it looks like you just drugged her.” “Relax. It’s nothing that will hurt her. It’s the same stuff I use to knock out drunks at the club when they’re getting a little handsy.” Rick rolled his eyes. “That makes me feel