Pierro X Capitano Novels & Stories

"Proud makes my job hell. Headlines turn. Captain gone rogue. Golden boy dead." "Golden boy died right," I replied. "New captain wins different. Tell media that. Cold. Ready. Unafraid." Christian sat back down. "Cold sells less. Fans liked nice guy. Now they question everything. Interviews from old coaches. They say this is not the Evan they knew." "Not the same Evan," I answered. "Grew up. Saw too much. Fights when needed. You spin growth story." "Growth from punching faces," Christian said. "Hard sell. League might add games to suspension. They hate captain brawls."

"Brayden mentioned him last night when he was talking about how fractured the varsity team is right now because of the locker room fight." Chloe’s jaw dropped right along with mine. She leaned so far over the table her curls almost touched my notebook. "Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear."

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.

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.”

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.

He straightened slowly and turned to face the room, his chest rising and falling as he fought to steady himself. “I’m not getting weak,” he said lowly. “And I’m not letting a whore cloud my judgment.” His eyes moved from one face to the other. “In case any of you are forgetting, I am Rico De Romano. Capo of the Five Territories. Head of I Sette.” The words weren’t just for them. They sounded like a reminder to himself most of all. He spared Valentina a brief, cold look as she remained on the floor, still coughing. Then his gaze returned to Ezio and Sandro.

He asked with his eyebrows raised. “Don't be stupid man. I don't do raids remember, just in case you forgot who I am, I will do you the honor. “I am Capo Dominico Salvatore, the 3rd in command in the Salvator family” He also choruses with me with his head jerking from side to side. “I got it, boss. I am sorry I even asked”. “Now get to work and don't be stupid boy”, I told him.