Da Capo Near Me Novels & Stories

“I’ve decided it’s about time we expanded the business towards New York and Philadelphia, for now. The Capo dei capi has shown immense interest in a partnership.” “Capo dei capi? Did the wops finally agree to make him head?” another one of my abusers say, not at all bothering to hide his hatred as he glances over at Zefiro. “And since when do we relate with Muzhiki? What are the chances he doesn’t stab us in the back after one of ours assassinated his parents years ago?”

Maybe not a real sister but… “Capo.” Joshua’s trembling voice brought me back to the present. “Please forgive me. I’ll get you another building in return, at a location that will make you the talk of the town! Please forgive me, Capo.” I smirked. “I’ll trust you on this one, Joshua. Get me the Camac Street building near the Central Business Hub. And I’ll consider it even.” “Y-y-yes…Capo…” Joshua swallowed hard at the offer, knowing it was well above his pay grade. “I’ll try my best, Capo.”

I had half-expected it to malfunction, but thankfully, it held up. "Capo," one of Nello's men called out, whispering something into his ear. It was then that I recalled Nello's presence at Antonio's coronation ceremony when he was appointed Capi dei Capi. Nello held a position as a Capo, and there had been something about him that had eluded me until now.

Marco »»»◈««« Niko had an online meeting call with Vincenzo Capone, he had apparently found the exact location of their weaponry and their safe house. "It's situated in a narrow alleyway in the Spaccanapoli district, a spot known as 'Il Silenzio Oscuro'. I'm confident it's the correct address," he said, running a hand through his hair. Niko raised an eyebrow. "All this time, it was in fucking plain sight. Should have fucking known."

, the man replied. " From...your... Capo ?! ", Ashley stuttered and then she realized that she had already heard that word " capo " somewhere. Then she remembered that it was Carlos who was calling Rafael this way. " Drive me to your Capo immediately ", Ashley ordered the man while wiping her tears. " But ma'am I can't do that. I can't disobey my Capo's orders ", the man said nervously. " Of course you can and you will. Drive me to him or I'll start screaming ", Ashley stated .

These boys are mainly acting, they are just thugs, just thugs, Desmond convinced himself. Desmond heard a noise outside the door for some minutes and before you know it the noise died down. The door starts opening and Desmond saw Capo Vico come in. "He is over there Padrino," Capo Vico pointed at Desmond and gave way for him to pass. "Bring the chairs," Capo Vico shouted to the guys and they immediately ran in and kept two chairs three feet away from Desmond. "Be on standby," Capo signalled to his guys and they stood close to the door.

one of the men announced grabbing our attention "Please welcome our 'Capo dei capi' [boss of all (the) bosses]" A man in his late 50's appeared and everyone bowed. I guess he is the Capo Dei Capi or whatever the host announced. He has high cheekbones, a sharply defined nose, and lips hidden under a heavy mustache. He was wearing a hat and a black suit. His personality is intimidating and powerful. He walked ahead and sat on a king-sized chair placed in the middle of the stage. The way he sat, it felt like he is sitting on a throne and reflected that he is actually the boss of the boss. As he settled on his seat, everyone present in the hall occupied their respective seats. Xaphan pulled me w

The gate barely opened in time. Matteo held his shotgun as he pressed his phone to his ear, responding to the person on the other end of the phone in a calm and lethal voice. “Tell me you’ve located his hideout.” Thirty seconds later he had it. “It’s an old port warehouse district, Capo. Dante’s penthouse sits on top of the renovated loft, it has a private elevator and the basement level has a kill room.” I didn’t answer, I just drove. The city blurred past, I ran every red light, and took corners on two wheels, ignoring horns and curses. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

the capo added, and the news was enough to make Tommaso stop abruptly, his sharp gaze turning back to him. “Where are they?” Tommaso asked, his tone hard and impatient, as if every second of silence was intolerable. “They should be arriving any minute now,” the capo replied, maintaining unwavering posture in front of him. “Notify me the moment they’re taken to the interrogation room,” Tommaso commanded, sealing the order with a firm gesture that ended the conversation. The capo inclined his head in acknowledgment and, without adding another word, left the room, closing the door behind him.

And so he did. A middle-aged, pale-faced guy was kneeling on both knees in front of us beside the open bottle of fizz. I recognized a capo who’d shared the Marconi’s message with the crowd. I was wrong about the boys: someone didn’t like that stunt too much. The capo’s right arm hung loose from his shoulder and there was blood on the hand with fat fingers that used to be attached to it. With his other hand he was trying to pick up an automatic from the marble floor in front of him.