Romans & histoires Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I walked in on my husband, Dante Cavallaro, in bed with three women. This time, I didn't shoot any of them in the head as I once would have. I slipped off my wedding ring and tossed it onto the card table. "Fifty thousand says I leave the Cavallaro family today." Everyone bet I wouldn't dare. Five years ago, my family was slaughtered. To pay my father's crushing medical bills, I was forced to sign a contract promising the Cavallaro family a child. I had five years to give them an heir. When I was eight months pregnant, Dante found the contract and decided our marriage had been a setup. In the middle of the fight, he lost control and shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby and the chance t

" I turned. His head was lowered, the anger in his eyes replaced by exhaustion. As if he weren't giving up a port, but finally letting go of something he'd held on to for half his life. "Simon can have the main port. My captains will leave me... I can let it all go." Victor slowly raised his eyes. "But I have one condition. You have to come with me." I looked at him and said nothing. Victor came out from behind the long table and stopped a few steps away. This time, he didn't touch me. "I won't be the Don of Sicily anymore. "We'll leave tonight. France, Switzerland—anywhere no one knows us."

Dante Rinaldi, the Don, had one unbreakable rule. After midnight, no one was allowed near the estate's West Wing. Not even me. Not even on our wedding night, right after we signed our marriage contract. The moment the clock struck midnight, he'd draw his gun and coldly order his guards to keep me out. Once, while overseeing an arms shipment at the port on his behalf, I discovered the Russians had set a trap. Desperate, I activated my emergency beacon. His voice came back over the radio, flat and mocking. "If you can't even survive a firefight, you have no business being my Donna. I'm hanging up." I barely made it back to the safe house through a hail of bullets. He never asked if I was okay.

"I'm carrying the Carbone heir! The baby!" The old capo didn't even blink. "Donna, do not speak such nonsense. The Don instructed us that you are skilled at using lies to gain sympathy." I was thrown back onto the cold straw mat. My shoulder slammed against the stone, and my vision went black. "Watch her," the old capo ordered coldly. "Tomorrow, she kneels again." The door closed, the sound of the heavy lock clicking into place sharp and final. I hugged my arms, my body temperature dropping in the darkness.

My parents came all the way from a small town in Texas to New York just to talk about our wedding plans. But my fiancé—the Rossi family's Don—was late. My mom smiled, trying to comfort me. "Traffic's probably just bad. It's okay, your dad and I can wait a bit longer." That "wait" lasted three hours. I called him a fifth time before he finally picked up. Marcello didn't even sound apologetic. "Someone broke into Valerie's apartment. She's terrified and won't stop crying. I have to stay and calm her down." I went quiet. This wasn't the first time. Valerie always found some excuse to drag Marcello away from me, and Marcello always gave me the same line: "She's like a little sister to me. Stop

Because after Lorena Tatiane's departure, there is no longer any doubt about how our world works. “ Go quickly, if you don't want to get on the list of all the men who ignored me tonight and that I will take revenge when I am a Capo di Tutti capi ( Chief of all chiefs)", I speak in a threatening tone and he doesn't take me seriously, although he feigns fear just to please me.

the grumpy bodyguard said, face as strong as a rock. "Please leave." I pleaded with him. He silently stared at us for a while before he nodded and turned on his heels. "What?" I snapped at the colourful guy. "Don instructed me to take you home." He dipped his head down, not meeting my eyes. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. So now he's playing the caring guy card? Too bad that I'm not interested. "That's not necessary, tell him I can take care of myself." "I'm sorry, but Don's instructions to make sure you can get home safely." He stood his ground. I saw the airpod in his ear, which made me become aware that Marco was listening to our conversation.

You have taken my light with you, I'm left with nothing but darkness) he sits up once again, his body is slumped in grief. "Torna da me, torna o porta la mia anima con te" (Come back to me, come back or take my soul with you) he begs. I move a bit to peek at who he's talking to but it's it no use. I'm still confused by his actions. Did Capo loved someone else and she died? So, he later married Madam Guilia? My heart breaks for him, I cannot imagine Salvatore being hurt, death is out of the question.

He laughed, clicking his fingers on the table as he said, “ I guess I have been too lenient to you. You can now talk to me however you wish, have you forgotten who I am? And how I can wipe your existence off the table without a second thought.” I gulped, I really did forget that he was the capo. I was rooted in my step previously, just standing there like a dumb ass but I couldn't see the threats flying around, I walked over to him in small steps, I stood in front of him upright with my hands behind my back and my head up. I clutched the pen.