Da Capo Near Me Novels & Stories

" 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.

Riccardo said with a faint smirk. Before I could answer, Dant's gruff voice interrupted from the seat opposite mine. "The guy's about to be the new capo dei capi. What else would he need to think about? If it was me who was going to be the next leader of the Italian mafia of Chicago I would probably jump out of this running car. I would rather die than to get more entangled than I already am."

"One more thing, you and your dance group will perform for him...you may choose your song...wear something, sexy...Don't let me down!" I began to cry, and mother tugged me by the hair. "What do we say about crying?" She scolded. "That its a weakness and strong women don't cry." I answered. Mother handed me a picture. "He's very handsome." I knew only three things of Carlos Romaro. One, he was super sexy, and one very sought out bachelor and millionaire of New York City. Two, he was now Capo of the New York Arch angels famiglia. And three, he is known as the Reaper of New York city, because he shows no mercy when it comes to killing. He likes to make his victims suffer painfully and sl

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.

I added. He chuckled the sound vibrating deep in his chest. He doesn’t laugh often, my husband. I wished I could see it. "I may be capo but my territory it still New York. I don't go around ordering the other bosses especially in their own territories" he explains. I popped my head on my hand. "But you are the capo dei capi aren't you like way above them?" I furrowed my eyebrows. At my confusion he actually laughs.

But what? Did Ashton know Axel before?? Are they already acquainted to each other?? " perché stai facendo questo? " (why are you doing this?) All of a sudden a deep dark voice, attracted our attention, which belonged to none other than Capo. He was asking something from Axel. As their eyes met, it was like Capo wanted to process everything through his eyes only. Capo can interpret anything just by looking at someone, but here it seems he is diverging, he couldn't find what he was trying to.

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

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