Capitano X Mavuika Novels & Stories

With a clenched jaw, he said " turn to my old house " " Yes, master " the answer came from the pilot. He clenched his fist tightly in anger .. and mumbled " this time I won't leave you kashvi. You have crossed the limit, just wait I am coming " Yes, this man is non-other than kashvi's hubby. he has seen and everything on his phone. . . . The moment his chopper landed, he climbed down from it without any delay he moved in. Since every guard of his security is in dead sleep he walks into his garage.

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

"A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!" I stood ten feet away, my feet glued to the floor. The Elders raised their glasses, praising Camilla's brilliance and Silas's eye for talent. Camilla lowered her head modestly. "It was all under Don Silas's guidance." I watched as my blood, sweat, and tears were casually handed over to someone else. Anger, humiliation, and deep resentment collided in my chest. I forced my trembling hand to steady, grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and walked right up to them.

Her wolf presence was strong, just barely below Alpha level. "Dante," she said, nodding respectfully. Then her gaze slid to me. "This the rogue?" "Kira Volkov. My guardian." The way Dante said it made it clear this wasn't up for discussion. "Kira, this is Vera. Head combat trainer." Vera circled me slowly, evaluating. "Scrawny. Underfed. Probably never had proper training." Her tone wasn't cruel, just matter-of-fact. "How long have you been surviving on your own?"

I asked, " You have asked the same question for the seventh time in the last fifteen minutes. The way you are defining him, makes me feel like everyone over here thinks of him as a God or something which he is obviously not but just a lousy human being alive on the earth." "Babe, I think you don't know this but Carlos Moretti practically runs this city and is called the captain of the seas, some might even call him Captain Jack Sparrow because he can think and play really damn good. He always gets what he wants and clearly, he wanted you that's why he was playing with you and he succeeded since you agreed to sleep with him for the next three months." Javier informs the things that I already

"We thought about you every day. Every single day." "But not enough to come back. Not enough to call." Lucy's voice broke. "Was the mafia world really that important to you? More important than us?" Antonio and Maria exchanged a glance. Then Antonio spoke, his voice heavy with regret. "We thought we were protecting you. By staying dead, by staying away... we thought we were keeping you safe from this world. From the violence and danger that comes with the Mancini name." "That's a lie." Lucy's voice was flat. "You came back for your empire. For your power. If you really wanted to protect us, you would have stayed dead. You would have let us keep believing you loved us enough to stay."

Seb keeps his eyes on the guy and stands near the man, twirling his axes in a vaguely threatening manner, “What’s your name anyway?” The guy smirks and inclines his head, “Apologies, I am Caelius Notaro, of the house Notaro in Genoa, Italy. We are a respected house; I was drawn to the Veil for their ideals of unity and peace. The ones I followed here, I am undercover with them from my side of the Veil. They are led by a crazed man who wants a genocide of the Humans. I do not wish for that, nor does my house, or The Veil I truly work for. I stand against these bastards who would kill others for little more than personal preference.” Seb nods,

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his expression hard and vicious. "Go buy breakfast. Sophia wants the caviar crepes from that place in the city. And coffee. Hand-ground. If you don't bring it back, don't bother eating." The card hit the floor with a sharp clatter. I glanced down. It was my secondary card, the one loaded with two thousand euros a month for living expenses. I didn't pick it up. I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Lovera, are you still half asleep? Or did you not understand a word I said yesterday?"

“I’ve decided it’s about time we expanded the business towards New York and Philadelphia, for now. The Capo dei capi has shown immense interest in a partnership.” “Capo dei capi? Did the wops finally agree to make him head?” another one of my abusers say, not at all bothering to hide his hatred as he glances over at Zefiro. “And since when do we relate with Muzhiki? What are the chances he doesn’t stab us in the back after one of ours assassinated his parents years ago?”

I firmly believed hoes over bros, but Xanthos was my husband, and his food should taste better than the others, even if it were the worst, right? Right. My mind reeled back to Raven's and the discussion in her room. She didn't know Giovanni’s true identity. I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, but from the look on her face, she seemed oblivious. I couldn't tell who was even more oblivious, she or Xanthos, because the difference was glaring. Even though he didn't write on his forehead that he was a mafia capo, people who could see should know. The confidence he exuded, the dangerous aura that encircled him and his words.