Mark Anthony Capulong Novels & Stories

I asked, and he smiled. “Define okay,” he said, and my eyes softened as we looked one another in the eye before he nodded at his plane. The fact that he had a plane came as a surprise to me, but I knew that it was to be expected from a Capo dei Capi, and though I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that I was accepting him as a mate, that the two of us were fully accepting one another as mates; I knew that I was more than a little happy and thankful for that. “How about we go inside? I think that it is best that we do so.”

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

I say, still using my Innocent smile to look at him. He chuckles lowly and right as he puts his wet lips on my pussy there's a vibration coming from the end of the bed. "Fuck" He murmurs and reaches over to his phone. I sigh, hoping it's just a quick phone call because I need to be fucked; I haven't been fuck in a month. "This better be fucking important, Antonio," He shouts on the phone, running a hand through his messy hair. After a couple of minutes of shouting on the phone about God knows what, he throws his phone on the bed and begins to get dressed in his clothes.

Everything was going to be changing, and even those who were under our reign were going to understand that change. “Now come on, I doubt that it would be very kind of us to keep our guests waiting any longer, wouldn’t you agree?” I asked, looking at Ezio. “It is time to show the world who the new Capo dei Capi is, and more importantly, who their Alpha of Alphas is going to be…”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He seem more anger and beyond pacifying. " Welcome. Boss won't be seeing anyone now, however. You should go back. Words will come out when he is awake " " Awake Marco? Awake from what! Death? " Antonio asked angrily. He rub his temple for sometimes and glare on. " Do you know how much the organization has lost just because we have no boss? " " We have boss Antonio. He is Maximo Santino! " " Well call him out then " Antonio said sarcastically. " Call Maximo Santino out and let him shows his might. He isn't there for the workers who lost their lives a month ago when konstantin Dmitri came to bombed them.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.