Capitano X Mavuika Novels & Stories

” Trayton ~”Baby girl don't worry about that. Ava ~”Trayton DeCarlo what did you not tell me?.” Trayton ~”Baby girl you just kind of become part of the Mafia family and you kind of can't really decide you don't want to be part of it anymore.” Ava ~”So this is an in-for-life thing. How many are we talking about?” Jackson ~”Well we looking at thirty four capos and about one hundred thirty six soldiers.” Ava ~”Holy shit! And where does this asshole fit in?”

The face of the captain was a deathly pale; he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, not knowing how should he answer, although he did, albeit falteringly, "The Chamber of Repose is where all previous High Chieftains rest... and the present High Chieftain has decreed that absolutely no one is permitted entry..." "AH?!" The mind-controlled woman barked and snarled at him, her nostrils flaring. The captain began sweating copiously with a troubled and bewildered look on his face. A shadowy figure shimmered and appeared just in front of the captain. It was Xiao Chen. His hand closed on the throat of the captain and he lifted him up. "IMPUDENCE!" That was the last straw for the captain. He l

Mauricio, third capo Rogue Cartel latched. "I concur," Santana, second capo Rogue Cartel agreed. "Plus, they used a very good strategy to make us prove them wrong, in other words, to make us step up our drop." Dominik Ivanov, first capo Imperiya bratva sneered. "And we fell for it. I can't believe the money I wasted! Yes, he may be full of youthful strength, but like Mauricio said, there's nothing more to him. You two can bite your heads off for him all you want; we're just going to sit right here waiting to laugh at the downfall he'll bring upon you in the near future," Lorenzo scoffed.

The fury burned in my chest; my voice rose like a blade: “I will not be an unfilial daughter. And now—leave.” A stunned silence. He stood there, mouth working, no words coming out. Then Colin’s hand closed over mine, warm and steady. “Don’t waste another breath on him,” he murmured. “He’s not worth your time.” He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily.

He seemed to be comparing a photo with Matthias. "Che cazzo," he cursed. Italian. His kidnapper was Italian. Somehow, this made Matthias think of the Mafia.

For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth. Over by the window, Ethan sat hunched in a desk chair, the blue glare of his laptop illuminating his unnaturally grim expression. He hadn't said a single word since pulling up the unmasked wire transfer records five minutes ago. Victoria. Five thousand dollars, routed directly into my checking account from her family's corporate holding firm. None of it made sense. None of it fit into the narrative we had spent weeks building. “I didn't take her money,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to hold it steady.

"Capo. IKEA and Mason Dixon are working together. Local molecules are hot and mixed. Jihadi games in motion." My eyes widened as I decoded his message. Why the man couldn't use regular English was beyond me, but I'd gotten good enough to understand him finally. "Any current actions?" "Electron, Capo. I repeat, electron. Captain's Log mentions next game to commence in less than an hour." "Home plate?" I asked. "Electron. Cerulean Jason Momoa." Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Confirmed parties?" "Two dirigibles and a dinghy."

"He's a traitor. He's doing it only for her favor." "Half of my family died because of him." A man came forward to stab Vladimir with a knife—but was stopped by one of the captain of the guards. "Don't," she had warned coldly. "The Luna had given orders. He is not to be touched. That law stands." "But why?" the man sneered. "Why protect him?" The captain only said, "Because our Luna is stronger than hate." Whispers were carried on the wind again—only this time, they were not about prophecies or war. They were about him.

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

“Oh, you guys bought stuff?” “Catarina did,” Achilles grunted, kissing my cheeks. “Insisted on cooking dinner.” Catarina came out with a bowl. “You should have woken me up.” “Nonsense,” she smiled. “Now it's just spaghetti, but I hope you enjoy it.” I dished some in a plastic plate and sat down. “What are you guys planning?” I asked. “Our next move,” X said. “We still have control of the docks, and some clubs. We need to cause trouble now. Even though our major suppliers are not with us, I am sure I can convince those Irish bastards of something.”