Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don Novels & Stories

The softness in his voice melted my heart, and I slowly opened the door. My eyes met Luciano’s azure ones, and he sighed with relief. His hair was pushed back and hand-raked, and his half-sleeved shirt showed off the tattoos that covered his arms. An enemy—that was how Dom had described him and that echoed in my head. He was the Capo of ‘Ndrangheta, forbidden for someone like me, someone who had been bound to Cosa Nostra and always would be. I walked past him back into the room, my heart still hammering in my chest. “I’m fine,” I said.

“It is a compliment, Adonis. Do you mind me calling you Adonis?” I nodded and then shook my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? My palms were sweating for some unknown reason. I didn’t want to mess this up, but the slightest probability of her blaming me for her elder daughter’s death devastated me. She arched a brow and I clarified, “Yes, you can call me Adonis.” “You, as Capo, could’ve let your men handle it, but you left to take care of it yourself, which shows your devotion.” “I don’t really receive compliments, so I’m not in the habit of recognising one. The ones I usually get are mockery in disguise.”

Catania, an ancient estate beside the Cathedral of Saint Agatha, was ablaze with lights. James entered the ballroom alone, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit. He refused all his attendants, emanating a presence that warned others to keep their distance. The moment he appeared, the lively crowd quieted slightly. Curious, sympathetic, or gloating eyes glanced his way. Choosing between the two at the docks, abandoning his woman. The story was deliberately spread by Shawn and had long become a joke known throughout Sicily.

I stopped struggling, wanting to hear what else he had to say. He continued, "The only one I've ever truly loved is you, but you won't give me time to prove it. Gianna's father was an important elder in the family. "After I became the new Don, some of his men secretly wanted to break away and form their own faction. I had to spend time cleaning out that trash. To keep them complacent, I had to pretend to curry favor with them, which is why I had no choice but to marry Gianna." Tears gradually filled my eyes for a past that could never return. "Fiorenzo, I've thought a lot these past few days. I'm no longer that little girl who would be happy just because you brought me a gift."

I didn’t look away from the screen. “No.” He waited. “Lasciatela andare.” (Let her go.) He dipped his head once, but I wasn’t finished. “Make sure she gets to the airport.” That made him pause for half a second. Not because he disagreed. Because he understood exactly what I was giving up in the sentence. “Yes, Capo.” He left quietly. I watched her disappear from the camera feed, then reached for my phone and dialed a number I didn’t save because I had never needed to.

"And officially part of the Cosa Nostra." His nose flared lightly, but he said something else I couldn’t quite fathom why. "The Don wasn’t always the Don. His elder brother was the Capo dei capi. Or at least, he was supposed to be. He was an evil, cruel, and manipulative bastard — and much smarter than the Don, at least. But it was the Don who saved me. And so he killed his brother to take over. And I helped him do it." Maybe he wanted me to see him as a traitor.

This man held the world in his hand; he needed no one’s permission to do whatever he liked. "You're right. I don't need your permission," he uttered and Calla shot her head back at him, staring at him with knotted brows. He stood to his feet and grabbed his phone. "I'm Capo De Capi after all," he said and left the dining room. Leaving the dumbfounded Calla with her wide-open mouth. She could never win an argument with this man, it was almost impossible.

I sat at the head of the table, my leg crossed. I stared into space, as I watched through my black big sunglasses as the Capo's walked into the meeting. Emilio followed slowly behind them. They settled down. My eyes met with Tommaso, his face was battered, I smirked. He looked away. The room was silent. “Since we have paid our last respect to your dead Don. It is time another one choose, since Giusseppe have no heir…,” I began, but I was cut off by a Capo.

Silas expertly peeled a large shrimp and placed it on Camilla's plate. "Your shoulder is hurt. It's hard with one hand," he explained without looking up, as if justifying it to me. Camilla smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Don Silas." Sitting across from us, Marco, his Underboss, raised his glass at me and teased, "Why isn't the future Donna drinking tonight? You're usually the best at keeping the Don company." "My stomach hurts," I said softly. "I'm passing on the drinks." Silas let out a low chuckle, turning to me. His tone was intimate but laced with blame. "Is your stomach actually hurting, or are you just throwing a tantrum again?"

If two people are truly in love, the women of the Cattaneo family can hear their beloved's innermost thoughts. Because I could hear the thoughts of Don Enzo, I was once certain that we were in love. With this gift, I perfected every aspect of being his wife and the lady of the Family. But the day my sister Sophia returned, all I heard was a single thought: "You're back..." His voice was full of love and wistful longing. After that, I could never hear his complete thoughts again. It meant the love between us was dying. Only then did I understand why he never went to France when we traveled abroad. Sophia had been living there, and he was afraid seeing me would break her heart. He had my dog s