Capitano X Dottore Novels & Stories

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

Reina smiled at him, and Xavier introduced the capo to her. “This is Alberto Gonzalez, one of my capos. He handles all of my businesses across Colombia.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Gonzalez,” Reina said, stretching her hand to him. Alberto took her hand with both of his as he bowed slightly, showing his respect and how honored he was to finally meet her. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Romano. It's an honor. Please, this way," Alberto said, gesturing ahead with his right hand. Reina nodded and allowed Xavier to guide her way.

“I take it Gabriele has told you that I wanted to speak to you urgently?” “Tell me what you want, damnit!” I snapped at him. “I don’t have time for your ridiculous mind-games!” “Mind games?” Donatello scoffed, acting like he had some kid of upper hand. “Why would I need to do that, Capo? You’re the Capo dei Capi, the Lion of the Empire. I am but the Don of a small syndicate that is nothing compared to the D’Angelo famiglia. You can get rid of me at any time.”

But what? Did Ashton know Axel before?? Are they already acquainted to each other?? " perché stai facendo questo? " (why are you doing this?) All of a sudden a deep dark voice, attracted our attention, which belonged to none other than Capo. He was asking something from Axel. As their eyes met, it was like Capo wanted to process everything through his eyes only. Capo can interpret anything just by looking at someone, but here it seems he is diverging, he couldn't find what he was trying to.

Asked the professor. "To-to-to become a doctor Prof." He answered. "Our town doesn't have a doctor, so I am trying to be one for then." He continued. "Thank you. You may take your seat." Celeste admired his answer and only then she recognized that he was the boy she bumped onto earlier. "Is that the boy you bumped onto earlier, Celeste?" Asked Tracy. Celeste nodded. "Oh! He's our classmate. I see." Tracy had a mocking smile as she looked through Celeste.

“You’re wondering who I am. Why I stopped those bastards from roasting you alive.” Alexei swallowed. “Yes, i... I was a bit surprised, sir.” Lucien smiled, call me Lucien, Capo or better still The Don. Ok sir... The Don, he stammered. “I am Capo Lucien Delacroix, my full name. Lord and Don of this city’s underworld. Every politician you’ll ever see on the news? I own them. Every business that looks untouchable? They pay me. The police that dragged you into alleys before? They salute me when I walk past.”

The low amber glow of the chandelier casting eerie silhouettes over the faces of men who had built empires on blood and fear and unwavering loyalty. I sat at my usual spot at the long mahogany table with fingers drumming idly against the polished surface my gaze locked on Don Vittorio Romano. The man with a similar last name to mine but we still don’t share a single thing. The Capo dei Capi. The man who despite his failing health still had the audacity to challenge me.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?