Capitano X Dottore Novels & Stories

The softness in his voice melted my heart, and I slowly opened the door. My eyes met Luciano’s azure ones, and he sighed with relief. His hair was pushed back and hand-raked, and his half-sleeved shirt showed off the tattoos that covered his arms. An enemy—that was how Dom had described him and that echoed in my head. He was the Capo of ‘Ndrangheta, forbidden for someone like me, someone who had been bound to Cosa Nostra and always would be. I walked past him back into the room, my heart still hammering in my chest. “I’m fine,” I said.

he said solemnly. “The Devil doesn’t cry. In twenty-five years, I have never seen him like this. You have awed me tonight, done the impossible, softened the devil’s heart and also won that of me and my men.” He paused, placing a hand over his heart with solemn weight. “As promised, I, Dante Lorenzo, Capo of the Romano mafia empire and commander of the wolves, accept you, Alina Romano, as my Donna.” I blinked fast. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His eyes met mine, and getting up from my seat, I walked to the bar

] Dante huffed and shook his head, ‘Non abbastanza bravo dottore, voglio delle risposte e se non può darmele le cercherò altrove e toglierò il mio sostegno finanziario alla sua organizzazione.’ [Not good enough Doctor I want answers and if you cannot give them to me I will seek them elsewhere and remove my financial assistance from your organisation.]

“Don, Capo Genino is here to see you.” Alonso stuck his head in the door to notify Xander whose fingers immediately stilled on the keys of his laptop. “Bring him in.” Xander smirked and closed the lid on his device before leaning back in his seat. “Don Moretti.” Joseph Genino bowed his head in respect as the door closed behind him. “Have you come to me with a decision?” Xander cocked an eyebrow, but his face remained stoic.

Fabio nodded politely, more reserved than Silvio but sharp as ever. Then Dax gestured toward the new guy. "And this is Xanthe. My new Capo." Ah. So he was the replacement. My father had once been Dax’s Capo too, until his betrayal sealed his fate. A wrong move that cost him everything. I could only hope Dax had chosen better this time. A sudden knock at the door interrupted us. Xanthe moved first, pulling it open without hesitation. A man entered, his arms full of thick folders, the weight of them making his muscles flex. He greeted Dax briefly before being motioned to take a seat beside Silvio.

] He snapped at Matteo, who frowned at him. 'Stia molto attento, Dottor Mancini. Ricordi con chi sta parlando e sai esattamente cosa le è successo. Al Capo piace mostrare che nessuno può mancargli di rispetto.' [Be very careful, Doctor Mancini. Remember who you are talking to, and you know exactly what happened to her. The Boss likes to show that he will not be disrespected by anyone.] I listened to their sharp exchange, forcing myself not to react so they would not know I understood every word they spoke.

"Noted, Sir." I drive hurriedly into the designated spot, specially reserved for me at Domi Sotto — the upbeat, popular club owned by Jojo Wyatt, who was my best friend and also a renowned mafia don as well, ten minutes later. The parking lot is a few meters away from the main building and is only ever full on weekdays. Today, however, William's sudden visit with friends must've scared the customers away as the lot was as silent as a graveyard with Jojo's bodyguard trucks, SUV, and of course, the huge black van that undoubtedly contains Salvatore's men. I crane my head to peer more closely and count the number of men. It's just two I see through the half-tinted glass. They're watching me as

“Leo.” The voice that crackled back was young and jittery, but sharp. “Yes, Pakhan.” “I have a name for you,” Damian said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. “Jack Reilly. Former colleague of the Doctor’s. I want every address, every call, every speeding ticket for the last five years.” He paused, his eyes finding Ava’s across the room. “I want to know the name of the woman he last fucked. I want it all on my screen before the champagne is poured tomorrow night.”

The old man’s seat was empty. The Druid had claims on being the oldest pub in Capistrano, some feat as the town went back to the middle ages. Apparently Alfred the Great had even referred to the hamlet in his will. I’d read all the other historical trivia on the framed prints hung around the walls, most of which concerned the Spanish forces invasion and its aftermath. One of the latter showed a rather fey-looking blonde-haired girl in an Edwardian pinafore dress. The blue eyes stared straight out of the coloured etching as if taking in the whole bar and anyone looking back at them. I found the naïve yet somehow suggestive expression quite creepy.