Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don Novels & Stories

Rosa scoffed, her face twisted with scorn. "What's the big deal? It's just an arms trade. We don't need her. I can handle it just fine on my own." The capos' voices were tinged with panic once more: "This is madness. The Romano have always done business with people, not their last names. You're just fooling yourself. "Where's Don? Hurry, we need to find Don!" Then Rosa's voice, laced with anxiety, echoed again. "Don's got a headache and is resting. You're ignoring his illness, burdening him with family troubles. I swear, I'll throw you all out of the family if you don't stop."

I ordered sharply. Finn nodded. At that moment, my Capo stepped forward and bowed deeply. "I’m sorry for failing you, Don. This mistake won’t happen again." The apology had barely left his lips before I cut him off. "It better not, because you won’t be lucky enough to stay alive next time," I spat. I drew in a slow breath. Even though he had fled, there was no doubt he would have left valuable things behind in this mansion. And since he wanted to play smart...

His heavily scarred face was covered in tears. Carlos was an old Capo from the family who had retired but continued working for us for the past few years out of undying loyalty. To be exact, his loyalty was to me. "Are you really leaving, Donna?" Carlos clenched his fists. Those hands of his, which had held numerous guns nearly all his life, were trembling. "You were the one by Don Fusco's side the past few years. You were the one who went through life and death with him! What right does that woman have to—"

He’s never made me feel it, the cold certainty of my end hanging in the air, just beyond my reach. He’s always evaded me, ignored me. But this? This is different. I’ve never felt so much hate, so much raw anger radiating off of him before. And now, as I look at him, I realise the truth. I’ve been downplaying him. I’ve been underestimating him. And how dare I forget who this man is? He is the famiglia's Don. He has people's lives in his hands. He’s a criminal. He hurts people. He kills people. He sells things that destroy lives.

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."

It wasn't a friendly smile. "You're Giuseppina to me. Your brother's orders." "Who the hell are you to show up here and call me a name I hate?" I marched down the steps, dropping my bags at his feet. "And where's the fucking escort? Where are the cars? My brother sent you ALONE?" "I'm a capo." He didn't even blink. "Recently appointed." "Capo?" I laughed. "Capo of what? Driving junk cars?" He bent down, grabbed my bags like they weighed nothing, and tossed them in the back seat.

The rest of the day’s schedule be damned. My fingers tapped away on my keyboard. GOD WOMAN, YOU’RE THE EMBODIMENT OF SEXY. She sent me triple blushing emojis. My next reply was interrupted halfway when one of the men suddenly decided he wanted me to contribute to whatever the fuck he’d just said. “So what do you think, Don DeLeon?” I looked up to meet the soulless eyes of the Capo of the Camorra, Fabiano Ruso. I obviously didn’t hear what he’d asked, but I didn’t ask him to repeat the question. I stared squarely at him, waiting for him to provide it all on his own.

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

Don Zino's abhorrence caused him to spit on Dante's shoes. After that, Don congratulated Salvatore by making the cross sign with his hand in front of him and saying, "Then congratulations, Salvatore." Be careful because I've named you Capo of the Sicilianos. I don't want this to go wrong. Salvatore leaned down and kissed the knuckles of Don Zino's hands before placing his palm on the top of the latter's head. He stood up and gave his younger sibling the cue to get their belongings together. Salvatore was worried about taking on Dante because of his reputation.

He handed it over to Colton Fiore with a deliberate reverence. Then, the man's voice rang out, loud and commanding despite his frail appearance. “Repeat after me, Fiore," he said. “I,Colton Fiore, give and transfer my title as the Mafia Don to Leonardo Fiore”. Colton took the cup and repeated the words with confidence. Just when I thought it was over, the old man handed Colton a knife. My breath hitched as I realised what was coming. Colton accepted it and, without hesitation, dragged the blade across his wrist. Blood flowed freely into the cup, staining the golden surface with deep crimson.