Da Capo Near Me Novels & Stories

The night is still young but most of the captives were fast asleep. Some were in the ground and some found places where they could comfortably lay down. The blood-drinkers were back on their carriage after doing another routine of their nightly amusements with the other captives. They had beat up a man for asking for another round of food it wasn’t something the two vampires were pretty keen about. With Matthias back to The Yonder, Sebastien was left outside to join the rest of us.

My voice wavers, but I force steel into it. Neither of them answers. Instead, the newcomer walks around me, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. I try to follow his movements with my eyes, but he stays just out of view. “You don’t need to worry about Edmondo,” the Capo finally says, his tone almost mocking. “We’ve got bigger plans for you, La Rosa.” Edmondo. They know him too? I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to let them see the fear bubbling inside me. Bigger plans? What the hell does that mean?

" Dad flipped him off, but Vincent acted as if he was shot. "You little dramatic ass! Keep your ass stitched while talking to your capo.. " I giggled as he playfully told him off, but my smile dropped, and my head snapped at him.. . Capo is the term used for mafia bosses. I told you I traveled to Europe and that meant I knew alot of languages.. That's why I knew what nicknames they were calling me. Also, thank the mafia fiction I read.. "What do you mean by capo? "

Inhaling the attitudes of superiority that I grew up knowing, I take space across the room, walking across it to the tall man. — Strange, you are nothing like I imagined you were. I don't remember you as Capo. — I say and analyze him, returning to his eyes with a clear disdain on my face. His smile disappears and becomes serious. — Nice to meet you, Andrea Caccini, Chicago's new Capo dei Capi. The oldest and best known was my uncle, but unfortunately he passed away. He didn't have children, so I'm the one you see at that moment. — He says normally, looking me in the eyes. — I have a good explanation, Mrs. Salvatore, but I want to know yours.

I instructed them through the earpiece. “Yes, Boss,” they said, through earphones I could hear them bringing out their guns and cocking them, getting ready for the assignment at hand, “Riccardo, stop here,” I told my Capo driving, the place where we were I could see the Mall very clear.

I told him before we heard heavy footsteps behind us, forcing me to reach for my gun. “It’s me.” Capo stated before he ducked his head through the doorframe and his dark eyes met mine. I clicked my tongue as my eyes shifted back to the trembling asšhole on the ground. “Too late now. RIP, man.” I muttered, shaking my head as Capo reached our side before looking down. “Cosa abbiamo qui?” (Italian for “What do we have here?”) He questioned, rolling up his sleeves.

The possibility that someone is orchestrating our moves while we try to rebuild what’s left leaves us vulnerable, and that thought disturbs me the most. Before Noah or Zedekiah can respond, my phone vibrates again. The number on the screen is unknown, and a wave of adrenaline surges through me. I answer quickly. “Hello?” I say, my voice tense, waiting anxiously for any information. “Capo de Tutti Capi, I have someone you might be interested in. If you want her alive, meet me at the address I’ll send you on the specified date.” The voice on the other end is strange and threatening, each word heavy as lead. Before I can ask any questions, the call ends abruptly, leaving only the echo of silenc

she whispered as she slid off the stool and pulled a short blade from her boot. ​I stepped into the shadow of the pantry hallway just as the front door creaked open and a heavy-set man in a woolen flat cap stepped inside with a double-barreled shotgun held low against his thigh, and I recognized him as Capo Salvatore, the man who managed the Palermo distribution docks for my father before the war broke out.

“Capo…” The word barely carried over the music, but Nico heard it. His hand stilled on my waist, and I turned to see Caelian standing just a few feet away. His usual sharp composure was gone, his face was pale, eyes wide, lips pressed so tightly together they’d lost their color. Nico’s gaze hardened. “What’s wrong?” Caelian’s eyes flicked to me, then back to him. “Capo… there’s…there’s been a fire. At the Baldocchi mansion.” My stomach knotted instantly.

" (Open it.) One of the men moved forward, shoving it open with a loud bang. Inside, a man sat at a rickety table, his fingers twitching as he exhaled a nervous breath. He looked up, eyes darting between me and Skylo. "Capo” he greeted, his voice shaky as he stood up. “You have information for me” I rolled forward, stopping just in front of him. He swallowed hard. "Sì." "Speak.", ordered, the temple of my voice, threatening. His hands trembled as he reached for a cigarette, lighting it with unsteady fingers.