Pierro X Capitano Novels & Stories

22 ADRIAN Me and Matteo had dragged both of the old motherfuckers outside to the alleyway out back, ready to teach them a fucking lesson for getting on the wrong side of me tonight. Threatening me. Nobody got on my bad side and got away with it… No fucking body did. “Come on Adrian, you don’t have to do this!” Harold yelled, thrashing about my grasp, as Matteo kept his arms firm around Piero’s body. “Sorry Harold. But I don’t do business with bastards,” I snarled. “Come on, the night was going well till that bitch of a waitress showed up!” Harold yelled. “And it would have still been going well… Until Piero threatened me,” I drawled venomously, and knocked them both down to the ground. “I’m

i said truthfully and asked him how his Christmas was coming up. "Filled with training and lots of activities, I'm so tired and in dire need of a massage right now" I heard him shift on the other side before he continued "don't get me wrong I love football, but I think I need a long vacation sometimes. Though the feeling I get on the pitch is priceless and I won't trade it for anything. I'm just so... Tired" he said and took a deep breath sounding like the weight of the whole world has been placed on him. I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen.

He was the Alpha’s second hand, and I knew for fact that he was going to be respected and to force his own strength if he had to as a man of his position. The man stayed quiet for a few seconds before turning to face me. His eyes met mine and he extended a hand before he smiled. “Giovanni De’ Medici, beta of the pack.” “Lea Auditore,” I said, and he smiled “I assume that you are related to the Alpha?” “Not at all, no.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “Those that we consider family, close family, tend to get the last name. It is in our tradition and as Capo dei Capi…”

And of-fucking-course, Pietro followed me, like a pain in my ass. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked. I often wondered how he remained so calm, even when he was freaked out or angry. I scowled at him. “What do you think? I’m getting some air.” “You’re not leaving this party, brother,” he said with a hint of warning. “We will stay the night and leave tomorrow like every other man. Got it?” “Have you perhaps forgotten I’m your Capo?”

“If you’re done feeling disrespected, have you heard anything?” She pressed her lips together. Of course. Pierro wasn’t the sort of person to come back and try to make amends with anyone, even badly. She should have known he had come only to try to find out what was coming next. He had been the most good-natured in their squadron at first, but ever since the group had arrived here last week, his easygoing and playful demeanor had become blotted with a competitive, belligerent streak. It was a shame fellow soldiers couldn’t get along. She’d had high hopes for everyone. Too high. “No,” she said. “Colonel hasn’t come back from the Gauntlet site. He and the garrison captain are taking care of th

Del fuero as his elephant ears reddened and his glare at me intensified, halatang hindi nagustuhan ito especially that someone who was laughing right now at his expense. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth, Captain Corteza???" Galit na saad nito sabay lingon sa likuran nito, causing the staffs blocking the captain from the view hastily stepped to the side and revealing the laughing captain. Probably they're scared to be pierced by their employer's dagger look. At the sight of the captain, napapatango na lang ako. I can tell that he had the same height with Mr.del fuero's but not with his behaviour for sure. His black hair was slightly wavy and long, but not as long as Allan's shoulder length h

I was reviewing the daily schedule in the main training room when the door opened. There a tall player walked in with an easy smile. Jax Rivera. Star forward for our rival team, the Iron Vipers. He was known across the league for his speed, aggression, and endless charm. Tall, with sharp features, dark hair, and striking green eyes that seemed to notice everything. “Dr. Vance,” he called out smoothly, leaning against the doorframe. “Heard you are the best in the business. I pulled a hamstring in practice yesterday. Mind taking a quick look?”

“It turns out he’s the owner—” “I know he is the owner,” Pierre cut in sharply. "But how did you meet him?” Before I could form a proper answer, Diego cleared his throat “You…” he said, looking directly at Pierre with calmness. "Must be the son of Mr. Cario. And the master of Katrina.” Pierre slowly shifted his gaze toward Diego, his brows crashing together in a deep, displeased furrow. “Master?” he echoed. “Katrina has told me that she is your—”

“I talked to him when he was tied up and he was awful to me. Told me I deserved everything Liborio was going to do to me and more.” The captain, who clearly also spoke English, looked at Presley, “he was under orders by me if he wanted to stay alive then he needed to continue behaving as if he wanted you dead. I watched when you went to speak with him from the helm and Estrella was with you making sure he didn’t tell you too much about what he knows about Liborio. If he wanted to live, he needed to play along. He already asked us to intervene by then. I don’t think he’s admitting actual genuine feelings for you, but he didn’t want you to die.”

Perry. No greeting. No exclamation. Just: ‘Getting married.’ Diego swallowed. She finally spoke to him after fifteen years of resenting him. The words weren’t an attack, they were a stone dropped in still water, but somehow, the training anchored him. Cristo’s voice cut through: “Boss Diego! Lead!” Diego obeyed, not minding that Cristo had just commanded him. Because he knows better… On the battlefield any commandant with the right command earned obedience.