Metro Man Cape Novels & Stories

Capo hoped that sharing his pain with the Master might bring some relief to the burden he carried within. The vehicle arrived, and the driver hopped out to open the door. Capo, holding his cane and balancing himself, stepped outside while Ramona circled the car, trying to help him. He never used to bring the guards here; he never liked to be watched when he came to meet his companion, Master. As they made their way, Master was sitting on the patio. He placed his phone on the coffee table and looked in Capo’s direction. “Ivankov,” he muttered with a warm smile, but his gaze hardened, watching over at Ramona. She was given a straightforward task to kill Margarita, and what the heck is she doin

Megan threw her head back, laughing, "Seriously, Cat. That's how you hit on a girl?" Cattleya glared at her, drumming her fingers on Veronica's knee, "Oh hush you. I haven't even started." Veronica raised her head to then inquisitively look up at Megan who simply chuckled, reading her mind, “I’m Megan Brooks. One of Cassandra's friends. Captain of the NYPD.” “…You’re not a model?”

I want every man in this city to envy me. So, I wore a burgundy gown and walked into the ballroom. I thought I deserved to witness my own success. Instead, I saw Silas standing in the center of the room with the Elders, beaming. Camilla was clinging to his arm in a champagne dress, the emerald necklace resting perfectly on her chest. "...The success of this operation is all thanks to Camilla," Silas announced loudly, raising his glass. "A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!"

The Moretti estate felt like a tomb the next morning. Adrian sat in the study while his phone lit up and went dark again. By sunrise, the news had spread through every corner of Chicago’s underworld. [Former future Donna leaves Moretti in an old red cape. Her red silhouette becomes the internet’s latest punchline.] [Celeste returns. Elena Vega gets pushed out.] [Twenty years of Moretti training ends with one broken scooter.] In the video, Elena wore the red cape and walked barefoot down the stone steps before climbing onto the old Vespa. Reporters laughed around her. She never lowered her head.

Madam stares in disbelief, I look down, focusing on my plate. Seconds later, I hear the retracting sound of her clicking heels followed by the slam of the door. Lucia and I clearly jump but the men remain unfazed, "check the hinges, I don't want any broken doors in the house" Senior Capo orders one of the maids whose standing on the side. She quickly checks them, obliging the Capo's command. I'm surprised how chill he is, he truly doesn't care about his wife but about the door.

This was the last place Matteo's hounds because of the man who ruled it. I've never seen him once and I don't know what he looks like, but I've heard stories, and whispers about how he thrives in blood and war. Romano Cappellucci. The Capo of Chicago Mafia. And the only man Matteo is dead scared of. It's why I ran here, because Matteo won't dare come, but his was also the easiest place I could get killed. What a fool I am I glanced around the bar I had wound up in. It was nearly empty, a good place for me to drop my head and cry, but so far, since I walked in on Matteo, not a drop of tears had slid down my face.

I’d gutted men for less than the tone that fucker used. Look at her, and bleed. Touch her, and die. Think about her again, and I will erase your bloodline. Deo Romano sat slumped in the rusted metal chair, arms yanked behind him with piano wire that had already cut halfway through the skin of his wrists. Across his chest, the name CAPONE was seared into the skin, charred, bubbling, angry. He looked up at me through swollen eyes, blood dripping from his mouth like spit. I’d knocked out the molar that held his cyanide cap, just to send a message.

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?"

Making their response slow or practically non-existent. Dawn cracked through the city’s fog ridden skyline. The storm had passed, at least for the meantime, weather reports said that another one was due in three days. H-6 was parked at one of the spire platforms, imposing mile high megastructures that usually held low cost residential blocks for a Megacorp’s temp labor force, contracted employees or “assets” as they were termed legally could find residence in one of the Domes, if they had space. Manila Pacific-Capital held a population of some 50 million cramped into a city scape meant to hold 15 million. “You want any shrimp on that burrito Arbiter?” The stall owner asked, his clothes stain