Pierro X Capitano Novels & Stories

Reina smiled at him, and Xavier introduced the capo to her. “This is Alberto Gonzalez, one of my capos. He handles all of my businesses across Colombia.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Gonzalez,” Reina said, stretching her hand to him. Alberto took her hand with both of his as he bowed slightly, showing his respect and how honored he was to finally meet her. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Romano. It's an honor. Please, this way," Alberto said, gesturing ahead with his right hand. Reina nodded and allowed Xavier to guide her way.

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."

Chloe cried, pulling out a tissue and dabbing at her dry eyes while the students behind her started cheering for her honesty. "Thank you, Miss Thompson, you may be seated," Mr. Harrington said, turning his attention back to the panel before looking over at the student representative seat where Noah sat. "As the captain of the hockey team and the student body president, Noah Kingsley, the board values your input on this matter, so what is the athletic department's stance on the punishment?" Noah stood up from his chair, his tall frame drawing the attention of every person in the room, and he didn't look at me once as he adjusted his microphone and stared straight ahead at the board members.

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!"

This man was still gorgeous as ever, but he was back from spacing out when he saw its strong jaw moving. Clearing his throat, easing the tension, and shrugging off the uneasiness, Pierro answered him with his professional voice if it turned out that way. “I was appointed as the temporary CEO of our company while my father is doing his other business which is my mom. I know you know me, but let me introduce myself. I am Pierro Uller Olivarez. Long time no see.” Pierro said wearing his mask and even though he's shaking inside, Pierro still manages to talk straight under the coldest stare from Joseff and even dared to lean his hand forward to shake hands.

Piers walked into his office and stood, surveying the room, a feeling of slow happiness spreading through him. Philippe who had accompanied him, stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, watching. Piers glanced at him and a look passed between them. They understood each other and he knew that the Capo would always have his back. He was glad that the Capo was to wed his firebrand twin sister. “All good?’ asked Philippe, a frown appearing on his dark, handsome face as he checked his phone. And then, he turned to leave as he read the message.

Uno interrupted, causing Piero to look at him and Santi to smile before instructing the person on the other line. "Are you leaving, sir? But you're not done with him," Piero said, noting that the man was still alive because of Santi's call. "Just kill him; he's not worth my time if he won't fucking speak," Uno said coldly, throwing the pipe and walking out of the room. "What was that? When did el señor stop in the middle of what he's doing? Even a big call, he'll finish first. Am I missing something, Calíel?" Piero asked in surprise, as Santi shrugged before following Uno.

"Thank you, Felixstowe." Jason stood to his feet. "And I am Jason Maddox and I am directly under you. I am the underboss." The third man stood to his feet. "Arnold Leandro. I am the First Capo." The fourth, "Henri Matisse, the second Capo in command of the eastern Soldiers." And the last. "Batiste. The third Capo in command of the Central Soldiers." I sampled and nodded. "I am Finn Davis and as confused as shit right here."

"I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old" ~ William Shakespeare One year later... Salvatore's P.O.V "Capo, congratulations on expanding your business to Russia. You've truly carried on the Moretti legacy." Ribs says enthusiastically. Sì, we call him that. He's the leader of the Dragon cartel, he once got into a street fight, the eye witness say that he broke all ribs of the opponent. That's where he got his name from.

The smile quickly faded from Morelli's face as he stared at his new competition. “I nominate myself.” his gruff voice echoed. The voice belonged to a capo named Rafael. He was the most ruthless capo the Verrilli family had. He ran a big gang that operated in one section of the city. He was one of the very richest capos and was a member of a drug trafficking syndicate. He lacked the experience but had the money and men, and that was a plus. ***