The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

Tonight, I wasn’t Cristiano Morano, the billionaire mafia don. I wasn’t Cristiano Morano, the dying man. I was Cristiano Morano, the man who would burn the world down for Annalisa, his wife.

Instantly rivals disappeared and enemies surrendered and every potential threats on all sides suddenly became cooperative because nobody wanted to become the next example. It was that very experience that coined captain O nickname “the grim reaper” and since then, no one had ever dared to either openly or in close doors try as much as speak or act against the Bratva family. And now that same man stood calmly inside the casino facing Francesco, facing the Ndrangheta soldiers and facing a situation that had the potential to change everything. “Sir we should be careful of this guy, he is very dangerous” Dmitry said in a whisper as he warned Francesco against Captain O’s tricks.

My mother smiled and soon they were discussing normal stuff and things I would rather not say while I relaxed in the couch. My gaze scanned around the large living room to see that many faces still stared at me with shock and disappointment. I smirked. They should be disappointed. I was 29 years old and I needed a bride to take on the position of the capo fully and now I had one. They wanted the position but they wouldn't be getting it. It was mine. It was mine because of the daring woman who sat beside me. I respected her, admired the courage she had but that was it. A part of me still wanted to push her away no matter how fascinating she may be.

She will be an assassin and end up finishing the plan we couldn't finish for the past years of trying and as a result, she will kill the people she loved the most by herself. “Noo!” I will never join your devilish plan, I would rather die than join your crazy plan or kill my loved ones. Sophia screamed trying to get out of the guard's grasp. You don't have any other options dear you just have to believe this bitter truth because presently now the Coles and Piers just finished a fierce battle. And your most beloved husband killed your father with his two hands without batting an eye. So tell me if you can still be with that cruel guy the masked woman mocked.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

Languages were weapons, just like the gun holstered at her hip. The two men were both capos, respected soldiers who had climbed the ranks through blood and loyalty, only to throw it all away for the promise of more power. And from their very own mouths came the admission she had suspected all along. Herman had instigated everything, orchestrating an elaborate conspiracy to overthrow the current don. "Please," the second capo wheezed, his head lolling forward. "We have families..." "So did the men you were planning to betray," Phantom replied coldly, her voice cutting through the dilapidated building like a blade.

He did not get any news but came across a photo ID which looked similar to the man burnt to death in the picture. The citizen's ID showed that the man had died a week ago. "The video is real," Yoseob concluded. He took out the USB stick from the laptop and headed over to his boss' room to inform him. "So the police hushed it up," Joonjae said, deep in thought as he listened to Yoseob. "Yes boss," Yoseob replied. "But the man is dead and his wife is in the mental asylum since last week." "She's still alive?" Joonjae questioned. In the cases Joonjae investigated so far, the possessed victim died as soon as the demons leave their bodies after the attacks. How was she alive? Was the case not rel

this is so confusing _ Alicia was a girl I feel in love with when I haven't become a Mafia she's beautiful and a close friend to the guys especially Carl before I developed feelings for her we stayed together a couple of years till she tried to pull a fast one on me she tried to dupe me and run away with my money I tracked her down and brought her to my apartment since I was blinded by love I tried to talk her out that no matter what she needs she should just ask turning back Alicia pointed a gun at me I didn't know what was happening ,,I was in shock I tried collecting the gun from her and in the process she died I didn't know how I didn't pull the trigger ,,it just happened so fast No one

No doubts, the Villa screamed wealth. “Hello damsel.” She turned to her side to see a man, dressed in a double-breasted suit—a dress code she observed was similar to the men inside. But what was he doing there? “I'm Felix Carrillo and, just like your husband, I'm a Mafia underboss.” He introduced, but Lillian didn't see the necessity, so she didn't bother to reply. He raised an eyebrow after a while, “Wouldn't you introduce yourself?” “I'm sorry, but I'm not actually conversant with strangers.” Lillian replied as politely as she could, but he only chuckled, not planning to give up.