Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don Novels & Stories

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

When I got together with the Don of the Moretti family, everyone bet we wouldn’t last a month. To outsiders, I was a lawyer who was calm, quiet, and exacting, nothing like the docile women who usually surrounded Nico. Yet he would pull me into his arms and say, “You’re the only one I want.” For five years, he spoiled me rotten. Even when he flew to Europe to negotiate multibillion-dollar deals, he would take a red-eye flight back just to place the black-diamond-encrusted fountain pen he had just won at auction into my hands himself. Then a young woman appeared at his side, an orphan who was the younger sister of one of his late brothers-in-arms. At first, he said he was only helping her out.

At another family dinner, my Don husband Arthur Romano's hot new underboss, Bella Conti, took my seat. I turned to Arthur. "She's sitting in the Donna's seat. Aren't you going to say anything?" Arthur toyed with his custom lighter. "You were late. Don't blame anyone else for taking your seat. There's an empty chair at the end of the table. Sit there if you want. Otherwise, get out!" I was about to answer when Arthur's thoughts came rushing in. Baby, come on, get mad. Say you need me. Say you belong right beside me. Tell the whole family you're the lady of the house. Prove you love me. That's the only way I feel safe. This time, I refused to give him what he wanted. Instead, I looked down and

I was the only kid from St. Mary's Orphanage to get into college, but I was still broke and clueless. Sister Mary, the Mother Superior, sold the last of her jewelry to put me through school. Her biggest dream was that once I made something of myself, I'd buy the orphanage before developers could tear it down. For all my hard work, I only got into an ordinary state college. After graduation, I sent out more than 300 resumes, and the best job I could get paid less than $3,000 a month. So when Victor Amato, the head of the New York mafia, said I looked like his first love, I didn't say no. He offered me $2 million a month and put me up at his luxury estate in New York. He thought I was crazy ab

And a bottomless hatred. He didn't look at his cards, just stared at me through the haze of cigar smoke. The wrist I used for dealing, sore from the long hours, trembled slightly. "Sienna?" His voice was low and raspy when he finally spoke. "I heard you ran off with a rival family's Capo. So, the old man got tired of you and kicked you to the curb? Now you're reduced to dealing cards in my casino?" The room full of soldiers fell silent, waiting to watch their Don make his move.

It was a heavy, evaluating quiet. Before Marco or Alex could step forward to initiate the formal toasts, an older man with silver hair and a deeply lined face stepped out from the cluster of capos near the fireplace. It was Don Vincenzo—the oldest surviving capo of the northern territory, a traditionalist known for his ruthless loyalty to the old ways. "Congratulations, Capo Moretti," Vincenzo said, his voice raspy and dripping with subtle skepticism. He turned his cold, dark eyes onto me, scanning my gown and my posture with an unimpressed glare. "A fine choice for a mistress. But a Capa?"

“I’ll have the chopper come get you.” I paused. “Okay. Thanks.” Saying “thanks” was this stupid, constant thing in our marriage. We were the perfect picture of mutual respect. Or total strangers. Thanks to the chopper, I made it right on time. Vincenzo Valentino, Rico’s grandfather, the former Don of the family, was sitting in the estate’s outdoor shooting range, grinning when he saw me.

I turned down the arranged marriage my parents had set up for me, determined to marry Cassian Russo, all because he had taken a bullet for me during an attack. I thought I had chosen love. I helped him become the Don of Philadelphia, but Cassian always believed I had forced my way into his life because I was the Morettis' only daughter. On our tenth anniversary, I came home with a pregnancy report I had waited ten years for, only to find another woman lying in my bed. The way she stroked her belly said it all: she was carrying his child. Cassian shielded her behind him. "Bianca is carrying a boy. He'll be the heir to the Russo Family. I won't let you hurt her or the baby." I didn't take out

He stops at the edge of the gravel and waits, his eyes moving from the Fiat to the duffel to me. "You don't give orders here," the capo says. His Calabrian accent thickens the words, rounds the vowels into something almost soft. "You are the collateral. You do not speak." "I am the collateral," I say. "And my body is not moving until someone opens that bag and counts what is inside it. You can call Don Tobia again and tell him the variable has changed. I will wait." Enzo takes a step forward. The second capo's hand goes to his belt, a reflexive motion, and Enzo stops with one foot still on the gravel and one on the packed earth where the Fiat's tires have torn up the ground.

Desperate to escape the obsessive pursuit of the Don of the Camorra Family, I booked a late-night flight out of the city. But when I arrived at the airport, the entire place was eerily silent. Every flight had been forcibly grounded, and Lucius was the only person left in the vast departure hall. “I love you more than anything. I can give you the best of everything. Why are you still trying to run away from me?” Madness gleamed in his eyes as he moved toward me step by step and shoved a willow branch into my hand. “Darling, have you ever heard of the Wishing Willow?” “Let’s make a wish together. I wish for you to forget everything that came before me, so from now on, you’ll see only me and l