Pierro X Capitano Novels & Stories

I didn’t pay much attention to Max who was still draining the blood out of the stupid men outside. “Liam, we have to return to the packhouse. Bring Piper’s body along. She deserved a befitting burial," I said to him before making my way out of Piper’s house. I got to the car, and Max immediately joined me. He had tortured the men so much that I doubt they would be able to heal even in a month's time. My Beta can be brutal and I loved it about him. Max and I waited a few more minutes before Liam finally showed up. In his arms was Piper’s dangling body. Her blood embraced his shirt like a vice. The anger in his eyes burned even more. They would destroy anyone involved in this when the person w

He was a 6'3 man, built like a Greek God with sharp features, like that of a warrior, sharp blue eyes, infectious smile; though he never smile in front of these people, dirty blond hair, thick sharp brows and a very sharp jaw draped with trimmed beard that gave him such a handsome look that all the women were drooling over him. But then subtly the room shifted. Not loudly. Not obviously. But Victor felt it. That subtle shift in energy. He turned. And there he was. Lorenzo Moretti. The great Capo di Capi. The man who built empires with blood and patience. Their eyes met across the room. Tension stretched. Cold. Heavy. Unforgiving. Moretti smiled. But Victor didn’t. He'd rather empty his gun i

The doors opened and Santiago appeared with his men. Alessio stood up and Laila scooted closer to me. "Santiago, good to know you arrived in one piece." He grunted but averted his gaze to me. He stilled and plastered a huge grin on his facade. "Alessandro, I wasn't informed you would be joining the meeting. Good to see you again." He examined me from head to toe finding something. I swirled my glass, "Likewise Santiago. I could show up anytime I want Santiago. I am the capo of this mafia after all." I pointed at the seat, hinting for him to take a seat. He obeyed.

I asked with a frown. “Because The Capo can't be just any single man…” “I’m not just any single man. I am Rodrigo Gonzalo, and I have decided much of my life to the Empire. I deserve to be Capo. It’s my right!” I informed, my voice stern and cold. He said nothing as he avoided my eyes. My fingers explore my hair, and I let out a frustrated sigh. “Have I not proven myself to you all these years, Father?” I questioned and heard him sigh in response.

I lit a cigarette and blew on it as they exchanged stares. “Hold on a bit, isn't it your personal team that should be responsible for the transfer of our hostage?” The Capo Locale pointed at Pierro and I bit the insides of my tongue but kept a cool outer expression. How would it feel to see his insides spread on this table in front of everyone while red would be the last color he sees before his soul leaves this world? How satisfying it would be to gut him from the inside out.

“Sí. He has spoken with the capo. My intentions should be made public before anyone else thinks they have a chance.” This was insane. “I’m not a hot commodity. I’m not Mia, the daughter of the capo. Vincent, Dario’s father, wouldn’t even speak to me.” “He was an ass. Mí padre was leery of him. Dario, he trusts. The current capo dei capi knows your worth. That’s why currently, Piero is having his ass chewed.” I scrunched my nose. “I don’t want Piero in trouble.”

Titus told his boss about the sources which were provided by his personal investigator who is expert in getting confidential information. Viso D’angelo, the Capo of the ‘Le Aquile’ who had his eyes closed, opened them slowly and looked at his right-hand man. He arched his perfect brow at Titus and smirked. "And they will fuck around with my Dock." He mused in a dark voice. A malicious smile greeted his lips as He nodded. Titus thinned his lips in acknowledgement.

- Excellent. I walk towards it and Santiago slowly gets up. — Calm down, we haven't even started the war properly, Death Knight. —Santiago. — Victório says firmly, attracting his brother’s gaze. - Any less. Capo dei Capi snorts, walking over to another chair. I grit my teeth and stare at Santiago until he moves away from me, then I sit down where I was. Everyone sits down and I rest my elbows on the table, clasping my hands in front of my chin.