Pierro X Capitano Novels & Stories

"Loose cannon? Says the golden boy who hides behind daddy's name. Step up or get out of my way Ryder." Guys on the ice slowed down watching us. Coach blew the whistle but we ignored it. This had to look ugly. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I shouted pushing my chest into his. "I am the captain. I built this team. You are the new guy with a rap sheet longer than the season." Kade laughed right in my face that rough sound echoing. "Built this team? With what? Your perfect press conferences and your old man's dirty money? We all know the Ryders play dirty off the ice too."

He had his helmet tucked under his arm, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, and he was holding his phone out right in front of my nose. "What do you want, Miller?" I muttered, my voice a flat, irritated rasp as I tried to push past him. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today. Go find a protein shake." "Oh, you're going to want to see this, Captain," Miller chuckled, completely ignoring my glare as he tapped the glowing screen. "Look at the text my girl just sent me." I glanced down at the screen out of annoyance, fully expecting it to be some dumb meme or a reminder about a team party. But the second my eyes locked onto the text from Chloe, my entire body went rigid.

He looks at me with his tearful eyes before responding. "I... I am Giulio Farina, and I am the new Il Grande Capo." I shake my head and slowly approach all those bastards now surrounded by my men, and as I see them, they tremble like a leaf, aware from this moment of the fate that awaits them when they leave here.

To hell with Trans-Port, at least they couldn’t get at me here. I’d always been fond of this time of day in Capistrano with the late sunshine dazzling off the centuries old rooftops and gold-fringing the palms and Cedars long the River-way. There were no palms along the ‘River Wey’ though. I scoffed my M & S sandwiches on a bench under what should have been the Arco de las Conquistadoras but was now ‘Tunsgate’. The pillars were a different style; simple Doric rather than the more sculpted Corinthian.

Her head really hurt and she had a huge headache from when she had slammed against the side of the lift, but she hadn’t seen him since emerging from her metallic prison and she was worried. The slimmer male observed her for a few more moments, that smirk still on his face before he let out a short laugh. “He is a bit of a dish, I can’t blame you for wanting to know where he is” he agreed, moving closer to Maria. “I think, I’m no expert Miss LeTale, but I think you’re meant to be asking me who I am not worrying about your Dad’s piece of shit Capo”

the president continued and I lashed out. “Then who the fuck is he!!” But the response I received was one that sent waves upon waves of dear into my mind. “He's the capo dei capi of the scarlord mafia gang in Russia.”

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

“You’re wondering who I am. Why I stopped those bastards from roasting you alive.” Alexei swallowed. “Yes, i... I was a bit surprised, sir.” Lucien smiled, call me Lucien, Capo or better still The Don. Ok sir... The Don, he stammered. “I am Capo Lucien Delacroix, my full name. Lord and Don of this city’s underworld. Every politician you’ll ever see on the news? I own them. Every business that looks untouchable? They pay me. The police that dragged you into alleys before? They salute me when I walk past.”

I asked, " You have asked the same question for the seventh time in the last fifteen minutes. The way you are defining him, makes me feel like everyone over here thinks of him as a God or something which he is obviously not but just a lousy human being alive on the earth." "Babe, I think you don't know this but Carlos Moretti practically runs this city and is called the captain of the seas, some might even call him Captain Jack Sparrow because he can think and play really damn good. He always gets what he wants and clearly, he wanted you that's why he was playing with you and he succeeded since you agreed to sleep with him for the next three months." Javier informs the things that I already

Proserpina screamed, her voice stifled in her husband’s deep chest as he held her to him, uttering soothing words of love as he patted her head. Piers lowered his arm, unconcerned. His wife glanced at him. She felt a rush of pride. Piers Delano; her very own Mafia Don, the man who had taken over the mantle and who was proving, every day, how capable he was of bearing the title.