Capitano X Mavuika Novels & Stories

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.”

He could reconstruct her entire life with a few commands. "You think this is impressive?" Her voice cut sharp despite the tremor in her hands. "Pulling up street cameras?" "Every camera in Vegas answers to me, Doctor." He touched his tablet. The screens shifted—inside the coffee shop, the pharmacy where she bought supplies, even ATM footage. "Past or present. I own the eyes of this city." "Who the hell are you?" He rose from the chair, moving toward her with deliberate steps. "Damian Volkov." The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence. "Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The man who owns every shadow in Vegas."

Silence befell them. Romano shrugged. “Get your head out of your ass, Doc. I really like you; you don’t want to annoy me.” He leaned backward on his chair. “I promise you whatever is on your fucking mind is not as important as what we are talking about right now. The bastard Maximillian is dead; he was the biggest competition, with him out of the way, it is big business…” Doc ran his fingers through his silver hair and let out a sigh of relief when Romano looked away.

He immediately eased his hold on her hand and inspected it, "Fuck! I am sorry, Isabel. I thought you were someone else." Isabel looked at her swollen hand before looking at him with a tensed gaze. She breathed through her mouth. "Is it hurting much, Cara?" Viso asked, still checking her hand. "I didn't break your wrist. It will be fine with a ice pack." "You attacked me like a vigilant soldier," Isabel commented which made Viso raise his eyes at her. His dark eyes meeting hers, "I am not a soldier, Cara. I am the Capo. I have snatched this title after a lot of bloodshed. Don't degrade my level by calling me a soldier again," He said tersely, his eyes burning in rage.

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.

The captain's eyes narrowed. "I know you, Evo Xylon Anderson." He fell silent. Right! How could he not be recognized? He is a model of a popular men's magazine and the clothes, perfumes, and accessories he endorses are owned by the company he also owns. "Damn it!" he whispered. "Miss Lichauco needs to know this." The captain took his mobile phone from his pocket. His fingers quickly typed the woman's number. "Wait a minute! Don't report me! What do I have to do to convince you?"

- Excellent. I walk towards it and Santiago slowly gets up. — Calm down, we haven't even started the war properly, Death Knight. —Santiago. — Victório says firmly, attracting his brother’s gaze. - Any less. Capo dei Capi snorts, walking over to another chair. I grit my teeth and stare at Santiago until he moves away from me, then I sit down where I was. Everyone sits down and I rest my elbows on the table, clasping my hands in front of my chin.

Mia ran her hands on her hair trying to stop the thought which was very shocking. She turned to Eva and unlike her, Eva was very calm, her eyes studying Justin with the gun still aimed at him. “The Bravta is someone I always hated even since I was little, he is one of Capo’s long time enemies but now I know why” she said. “But you said something about not following his plans to get rid of Mia, why are you still alive?” she asked and Mia looked at Justin to hear his answer.

I thought I just got a membership, why VIP? "What is the name of our captain?" She suddenly mentioned. I turned to her in surprise. "Uhmm, Zyrus Valencia? Is he our captain? Hahaha, why did you ask?" "That's the reason why you got into the VIP." "Huh?" (* _ *) "Sir Zyrus is also known as Mr. Metous, short for meticulous, though he is just a captain of the research guild, he is a triple S rank vanguard and a part of Glorious 5 of Lumiere City.