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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.

he noted, "Gallo and Carbone called. They're demanding to speak with you directly. They’re furious about the sudden lockdown on information regarding your marriage." I let out a low, dismissive grunt, pouring myself two fingers of bourbon. "Gallo and Carbone are not important. I don't answer to them." "It’s not just them," Adrian continued, "I just got word from our contacts. Capo Dei Capi has already arrived in New York for the event, and he is not happy.” I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the ice clink against the crystal. “I will handle the Capo myself." I said taking a slow sip of the bourbon.

Alessandro's surprise was fleeting, replaced by a calculating gaze. He took another sip of his wine, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass as he studied Salvatore’s seething expression. "Are you sure about this?" Alessandro asked, his voice unreadable. Salvatore scoffed, shaking his head. "If there's anything, my teams are the best." Alessandro rested his glass on the polished wooden table, fingers tapping against the stem. "But Marco Donato is my Capo, and Delilah Donato is his wife."

"You see? I am right. I don't need a permission to do—" I didn't let him finish his sentence as I moved forward and slammed my fist into his face. "You maybe be right, but as a capo, I am fucking over you, Jared, a fucking Soldato and I still call the damned shot and you don't touch what's mine without my consent."

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his expression hard and vicious. "Go buy breakfast. Sophia wants the caviar crepes from that place in the city. And coffee. Hand-ground. If you don't bring it back, don't bother eating." The card hit the floor with a sharp clatter. I glanced down. It was my secondary card, the one loaded with two thousand euros a month for living expenses. I didn't pick it up. I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Lovera, are you still half asleep? Or did you not understand a word I said yesterday?"

He had this serious look that got me thinking that I may have said something wrong. "I used to be a capo, a trusted capo. The Lazza family is like a family to me, except, of course, the asshole who got me fired." "Romeo I guess?" I asked. "Right." "What is a capo anyway? someone who wipes Lazza's shoes or something?" He laughed. That was uncalled, but I had days of hearing no one laugh. "You hate him, don't you?" He asked while relaxing from the laughter. "A capo is a trusted ally. Mostly known as capital. They run a crew and manage a certain Mafia business and then, they finally report directly to the Don or the underboss."

Associate Giuseppe was next, his face growing red with anger. Rico didn't flinch at the old man's loud voice. His eyes stayed on the man for two more seconds, before moving to Marco. "I had it prepped and ready specifically for the new... Capo," he uttered calmly, a smile resting on his face, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Consider it a welcoming gift."

“It will take me a few minutes, but I will make it happen for you.” “Good. And the rest stand ready to enter. We’re going to need all the back-up that we can get.” I said as I made my way back inside. Andy not far behind me. As I started to make my way towards Maddox, the Rivera Brothers stopped me in my tracks. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The famous Capone and his lap dog.” “William. Marcus.” My gaze darted between them, “Wish I could stay and chat, but I have business to attend to.”

His stepfamily glared at him, and he glared back till they were forced to look away. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” the Capo began, holding the microphone tightly. “Thank you so much for gracing this occasion of my wedding anniversary with my beautiful wife. I am really grateful that you are here to celebrate with us. Please, feel at home and enjoy the party,” he finished. His wife came closer and reached her hand for the microphone, but Eva beat her to it. She collected the mic from the Capo and went closer to the rails.

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