Da Capo Near Me Novels & Stories

I demanded. He closed his eyes and sucked a deep breath. “Capo got attacked in Rome and he wants you to come to the estate and live there until he finds out the culprit. Your life might be in danger as well. So, please, cooperate with me.” He finally spoke and I froze. “Wh..what? Marcello is attacked? How?” I closed my mouth and uncontrollable tears rolled down from my eyes.

I stepped out of my room heading towards the kitchen running my eyes all over the place hoping to get a sight of the man who my heart yearns for but to no avail. "Good morning Uncle Gomez, did Damien not return yesterday?" He was startled by my voice since he did not see me coming but he relaxed as soon as he got a sight of me. 'So he did return home. Then where did he sleep?' "Where is he now?" I frowned in confusion before asking. "Hmm...did he have breakfast?"

The man pulls Nikolai by the arm and draws him close to me, then raises the glass of wine in his hand. “I would like to begin by saying thank you to everyone who made out time to attend my 30th anniversary as a Capo,” he begins, and a loud ovation fills the room. Capo? Isn't that a mafia term? This is not what I think it is, is it? My eyes widen, and I dart my eyes and head around the hall, staring at everyone. The black dresses, dark auras, false smiles, murders, hidden secrets, organizations, powerful connections, and unbelievable wealth.

To hell with Trans-Port, at least they couldn’t get at me here. I’d always been fond of this time of day in Capistrano with the late sunshine dazzling off the centuries old rooftops and gold-fringing the palms and Cedars long the River-way. There were no palms along the ‘River Wey’ though. I scoffed my M & S sandwiches on a bench under what should have been the Arco de las Conquistadoras but was now ‘Tunsgate’. The pillars were a different style; simple Doric rather than the more sculpted Corinthian.

she murmurs, her voice tight. I untie the twine with rough fingers, unrolling the parchment. The paper is thick, old-fashioned. The writing is bold, sharp, black ink: > *The Eagle sees the Crown. The Nest awaits.* > > *Warehouse Seven. Docks. Sundown tomorrow.* > > *Come alone. Or don't come at all.* > > *\- The Capo.* A cold fury, sharp and familiar, slices through me. "Alone?" The word is a snarl. "Fucking arrogance."

he added. “Your son has not been active in the familigia. How would I know he is mole and is leading us to another dead end, or worse, a trap?” “You can meet him, and he can prove himself.” “Meet me at the downtown warehouse at seven tonight.” “Sure, Capo,” my father responded before the line went dead. “It looks like you are going to meet the Capo tonight. It took most people years to be worth of the Capo's time. But it took you a couple of minutes.”

I get out when the garage gate closes with a bang. “Had a nice evening?” “Yeah. But argh. The movie was so lame.” He chuckles and I stand on my tippy toes to I press a kiss on his cheek. “How was your day?” I ask as I follow him inside the house, closing the door to the garage behind me. “Tiring.” He chuckles. “I had a meeting with the Capoletti, you know. He is getting quite too comfortable around me.” I laugh, slipping out of my shoes. “He is just too confident. Don’t be sad he doesn’t respect the highly authoritative Federico Montecco.”

He looks at his uncle, and his face is the face of a man who is recalculating. I walk to the residential wing with the capo three paces behind me. The corridor is empty. The door to Domenico's room is closed. I open it and step inside, and the capo waits in the doorway while I cross to the desk where my notebook sits beside Lorenzo's gold watch.

I inquired, feeling a little puzzled. "Well, I was just wondering if you've been behaving yourself lately," she said, with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you ask that, Mama?" I questioned, feeling a little anxious. "Because I don't want you to bring any shame upon our family," she replied, looking at me intently. "Are you going to behave yourself tonight?" "Yes, Mama, I promise I will," I assured her, trying to sound confident. "Allegra, Aldo Cerone is a good, powerful man. He is the head of security of the Capo. Don't underestimate his connections and influence. I suggest you proceed with carefulness and make sure that his demands are met to keep him content. I want this to work."

I turned back to the remaining two men at the table. Alex picked up his coffee, his golden-gray eyes locking onto mine with an unblinking, serious intensity. "Dante ensures the stability of this house, Clara," Alex said quietly, his voice polite but carrying a distinct weight that felt like a quiet caution. "He cleared the air for you under this roof before he left. But do not forget that a Capo’s protection always comes with a shifting tide. The storm he leaves behind never truly pauses."