Capitano X Mavuika Novels & Stories

Last night, I shivered and looked like I was going to get sick,’ Antonio said a while ago, asking Robin for permission to leave his job. This was the first time he'd lied to Robin. Despite Robin's complete trust in him, he was extremely nervous. When the queue number in his hand was mentioned, Antonio immediately stood up straight. His nervousness grew as he walked towards the doctor's office. “Why don't you call me if you want to come over? I was surprised to see your name on the medical record,” Capri said without further ado. Capri's brow furrowed as he observed his patient's tense expression. He has another specialist doctor degree but only works as a psychiatric specialist at the hospit

“Running away to lift alone Captain? Or hoping I would follow?” I set the weights down. “Just clearing my head after that shit show out there. You played too loose again. Cost us the game.” He dropped his bag and moved closer. “Loose? I scored the only goal we got. You turned the puck over twice. Maybe stop pointing fingers.” I stood up fast. “I am the captain. It is my job to call it out. You charge in every time like you have a personal war going on. What is your deal Volkov? Why so angry all the time?”

he asked. I pulled my drawer open, taking a cigar and lighting it up. “You are constantly making a mockery of me, Matvei.” He continued blabbering, Violetta nodding her head like the chained dog she is. “You let the guards see me as a minority. I was the fucking Capo of this fucking clan. You are my son, give me some fucking respect.” “I took a drag slowly from my cigar. “Stop yelling,” I muttered, completely unbothered by his foolish rants.

She dropped the bat and tried to run, but two of them pinned her to the ground. "Who are you?! Let go of me!" Capitano crouched down and set a voice recorder in front of her, pressing record. "Tina Milovich," he said, his voice low and heavy, "your uncle had the old Don killed. Isn't that right?" Tina stopped struggling for a second, then thrashed even harder. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Capitano pulled a stack of photos from his jacket and laid them out in front of her, one by one.

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

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

“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.”

“That bastard was released by Santiago.” Vincent smirked, but there was nothing amused about it. “That weasel. When will he learn to mind his fucking business? He thinks that the bastard can help him, and judging from these pictures, I can tell what his foolish plan is.” Vincent’s voice was deep, laced with venom. “I feel like bursting the brains out of her stupid father. How can one man be so damn useless? He’s so unrepentant. After everything, you’d think he’d finally turn a new leaf, but no.” Bianchi spat the words out, shaking his head.

The captain lowered his head slightly. Not in submission. In helplessness. Luca noticed immediately. A satisfied smile crept onto his face. "Now..." He spread his arms. "Who's ready to continue serving the Valenti empire?" Silence answered him. Not because the men accepted him. But because they had been threatened to serve.

"His name is ALEKSEI MARKOV. Former Spetsnaz who works exclusively for one client." "Who?" "Jovani Hart." The name hit like ice water. "Jovan's brother." "Twin brother that was born with cerebral palsy who spent years in the system after their parents threw him out. Resurfaced five years ago with money and connections nobody can trace." Marcus pulled up another file. "He goes by Vael in business circles. He runs a dozen shell companies, legitimate fronts for less legitimate operations including—" He paused. "—a network of operatives embedded in high-level positions across the city. Corporate espionage. Blackmail. Targeted eliminations when necessary."