Romans & histoires Replaced By His Capo I Left The Don

But no one spoke, it was only Dino who stood up, headed to the coffeepot to refill his cup then went back to his stool. The man glared at me, but it didn’t have the effect he wanted because of his swollen eye. “That is hilarious coming out of you, you are the fucking reason we are suffering here. The reason why the capo had fucking snapped and lost his damn mind. He won’t fucking stop until he kills that Albanian fucker, he is like a man possessed. He won’t stop because he wants to make sure that you are safe and away from that fucker and in order to do that, he must be six feet under.”

They sat him down in front of the Don. "What happened, Capheus?" the Don asked, his voice was calm but heavy with meaning. The Don waved his hand, dismissing his men. Once the room was empty, he looked at Capheus again. "Tell me." Capheus, struggling with pain, took a deep breath. "We were robbing the bank when the cops showed up. I tried to run, but they shot me; once in the leg, once in the waist. I barely made it to the van, but we got away."

His angry voice had switched to a low voice. “You can only be mine!” He yelled again, causing me to jerk backwards. What was wrong with him? “He can kill all he wants and destroy all he wants. I will never take you to him. You are mine, and I am the Don of this great city!” “How can you be the Don if everything is taken from you?” I forced myself to ask. All he fought for was the position of the capo, now that he had it, he was letting Davis destroy all that he once fought so many years for.

Arturo completed after his brother, both of them chuckling. Luciano did not seem happy at all. His body went stiff and I could see he was trying so hard not to loose his temper. "Can we have a toast to her then? To our lovely Jade, the wife of our capo?" Another man stood up with a wine glass placed loosely in between his fingers. This word 'capo'! What the hell is a capo? I always forget to research on it! Hopefully I can take a mental note about it and do more research on the word.

I stepped closer, and lowered my voice. “You walk like a man who’d used to being obeyed. You’re guarded like a man who’s worth killing. And those men outside would die for you.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You know this world.” “I was born in it.” “Then you know that you shouldn’t have helped me.” “Capo, the car is ready.” One of his men said. Capo. “I owe you.” I scoffed. “People like you don’t do ‘owe’. You do ‘collect’.”

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Don Romero walked into the ward, every thud of his leather soles against the hospital floor feeling like a sledgehammer against Fabio's heart. He approached Fabio and looked down at his Capo, who used to be his most loyal dog. "You seem to be full of it, Capo Lopez," Don said in a calm, frightening voice. Yet, he was so furious that it sent chills straight down everybody's spines. "Weren't you talking big words earlier, swearing that you'd cut off my flesh and feed it to the dogs?" Fabio immediately fell to the floor on his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

the oldest capo named Don Marco said as he stepped into the light of my lantern and showed his empty hands. "The peace was over the second Don Salvatore crossed the regional line with his trucks, and if you think he is going to let you keep your market rackets just because you stayed neutral during the palace fire then you don't know anything about the Rossi family," I told him as I set the lantern down on a flat stone table between us.

Lucien didn't pull away, he even gave the man a little shoulder pat. Lucien proceeded to give a short speech about achievements, I barely heard anything… I wasn't listening. Then Lucien raised his glass slightly, and said: “To our new capo.” Chairs scrape softly as glasses are lifted. I don’t reach for anything. I’m not allowed unless he offers. The man raises his own glass. He steps closer, not too close. He taps his glass gently against Lucien’s. Then he turns to the room. “To the Don,” he says. “For his vision. For his protection. For trusting me to serve his empire.”

His gaze dragged over me—slow, assessing, claiming—but he still didn’t reach for me. He exhaled once, sharp, relaxed. “But I’m gonna pass,” he paused, his jaw flexed. “I’ve got an unfinished business to handle.” Matteo’s voice rang right behind me, I didn’t even know he was there. “Capo, è tutto pronto, è ora di andare.” He nodded, grabbed his shirt, slipped it on with a wince, and without another word he walked out the door. Fuck! What a man you are, Lorenzo DeLuca. Got me horny and wet without touching me and now you are walking out that door like I’m supposed to handle myself now.