Da Capo Near Me Novels & Stories

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.

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.