Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don Novels & Stories

"I said do we understand each other?" "Yes," I bit out. I saw the smug smile in his eyes before he released my hair and took a step away from me. I wasn't sure if I was turned on or humiliated but either way I wanted to punch him in the face with a flame thrower. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned to face me again. He was donning the indifferent mask I was all too familiar with. The one he wears when he's doing the dirtier side of his job. This is the Capo. "I've fulfilled my end of the bargain. You'll be able to complete your courses online and I'll be taking you to your sister's wedding."

I told him before we heard heavy footsteps behind us, forcing me to reach for my gun. “It’s me.” Capo stated before he ducked his head through the doorframe and his dark eyes met mine. I clicked my tongue as my eyes shifted back to the trembling asšhole on the ground. “Too late now. RIP, man.” I muttered, shaking my head as Capo reached our side before looking down. “Cosa abbiamo qui?” (Italian for “What do we have here?”) He questioned, rolling up his sleeves.

“Why would I need to do that, Capo? You’re the Capo dei Capi, the Lion of the Empire. I am but the Don of a small syndicate that is nothing compared to the D’Angelo famiglia. You can get rid of me at any time.” “So why are you suddenly coming up with conditions?” I emphasized. “You told me about Cheng Li and helped me when I was down. In return, I’ll help you with your businesses and see to it that you always have my support. Done deal.” “But I never agreed to that deal, Capo.” Donatello’s voice was different…I could feel it. Like he was forming some kind of plan that I wasn’t aware of. “I warned you about Cheng Li and took you to the event that helped you get rid of your enemy forever. I sa

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

“I did not ask to see the Don himself just to exchange and we parted ways. Surely you are not that stupid to think this will go your own way or whichever you had in mind.” I didn't watch a lot of movies. But I've seen scenes like this, scenes where the captor backtracked. Sneaky asshole! My knees were beginning to ache from crouching, so I lowered my knees onto the floor taking a kneeling position. “What do you really want?” I could hear the exasperated sigh in Carlo's voice. “It pains me that you do not recognize me, Don,” the man sighed. “I'm supposed to recognize you?” My target laughed but it held no real humor. “You hurt my feelings, Don. But again, I understand a man with a deadly repu

“Stay in your lane, brother.” *** *** They came in knowing how the meeting would start, but I ended it as I pleased. Watching the Capos and Lorenzo leave with a satisfying smirk, it was just a subtle reminder who the Don was. Lorenzo was overstepping his boundaries, and he was disgustingly bold. “Leave.” I waved off Kaid and continued flipping through ledgers of Russo's business transactions over the short period he was in the city. Just as he had moles amongst us, we bought ours with blood to get the slightest information from his dealers.

And then it popped. One of the capos reached into his jacket like he was pulling out a trophy finger of an enemy. But it was much worse than a cut-off finger. The capo spread hid fat, hairy hands with some sadness. His smile was as cunning as a broken fishing rod. He unfolded the newspaper in front of him. Slowly, theatrically, like it was about to sing or something. He laid it flat across the table. Celeste: Murder Financed by Brother’s Vault?

I’d gutted men for less than the tone that fucker used. Look at her, and bleed. Touch her, and die. Think about her again, and I will erase your bloodline. Deo Romano sat slumped in the rusted metal chair, arms yanked behind him with piano wire that had already cut halfway through the skin of his wrists. Across his chest, the name CAPONE was seared into the skin, charred, bubbling, angry. He looked up at me through swollen eyes, blood dripping from his mouth like spit. I’d knocked out the molar that held his cyanide cap, just to send a message.

I have to roll with it too. “We defiantly are lucky that she stays in America,” I nod. I’m bad at this obviously. “Dated her before I left,” the guy who I realize hasn’t introduced himself yet, raises a brow so I continue before he can think better of talking to us more. “Thought getting in the Capo’s daughter’s pants would help my rank. I was wrong and she wouldn’t put out. Always acted like she would but then,” I pause and shake my head, “Nothing.” “I know what you mean,” the guy grunts. “Oh, Orlando Travisano, by the way,” he holds his hand out for me to shake.

I look down at the glass of whiskey in my hand, doing my best not to break the glass when I hold on tight. I force myself to act calm when I decide to respond. "So we've stolen something more important than we thought. Do you think Chiara has already been compromised by a Don or a Capo?" "Judging by his desperate search, I think so. It must be a Don from another family, only a Don would have the nerve to mess with us, or some jerk who didn't investigate you before continuing his alliance with Aldo." That jerk will wish he'd met me before he made the mistake of robbing me, even if he was following the orders of a jerk like Aldo.