The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

I paid for an hour, my hands trembling as I sat at a corner terminal, the cap low over my eyes. I’d learned a few tricks in the mansion, watching the techs when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. Leo’s security system was tight, but not unbreakable—not for someone desperate. I hacked into the mansion’s cameras, my fingers clumsy but determined, pulling up feeds from last night. My breath caught as I watched myself slip through the east gate with Nicole, her smirk clear even in grainy black-and-white. Then the security room—Leo storming in, his face a mask of rage as Marcello pulled up the footage. I heard his voice through the audio, low and lethal: “Track the car. She’s a dead woman wa

“Capo…” The word barely carried over the music, but Nico heard it. His hand stilled on my waist, and I turned to see Caelian standing just a few feet away. His usual sharp composure was gone, his face was pale, eyes wide, lips pressed so tightly together they’d lost their color. Nico’s gaze hardened. “What’s wrong?” Caelian’s eyes flicked to me, then back to him. “Capo… there’s…there’s been a fire. At the Baldocchi mansion.” My stomach knotted instantly.

“He’s not working alone.” “Then we burn it down,” she replied. He turned to her. His eyes were dark “You’re not the captive bride anymore.”He said softly. She smiled faintly. “No,” she said. “I’m the dangerous one.”

She jerked her head at the man sitting beside her husband. Now that Liliana had mentioned they were related, Marybeth could see the familial resemblance. They had the same smooth, bronze skin tone and keen dark eyes. The high cheekbones and black curly hair seemed to be their trademark, but Angelo's was shaved in a fade cut. "He's also a capo and looks after business acquisition. My father owns a string of pawnshops. And well...Never mind. There'll be plenty of time to fill you in." "What's a capo?" Marybeth hoped she didn't look as baffled as she thought she sounded. All these titles and words being thrown at her were so confusing. Maybe now was a good time to start binging on The Sopranos.

Stupid ass brother! Stepping out of the house, Sheila linked her arm around mine, clinging onto me and making me smile. It was a very cool evening and the sun was already starting to set. The Italian nightlife was already kicking off with various traders swarming the streets and selling their products. Somehow, I wasn't still able to fully take my eyes off my little, redhead wife. She was so stunning. "What?" She laughed, noticing my stares. I quickly plucked off a rose from a nearby shop, smiling down at her and pinning it to her hair. As expected, her face turned red almost instantly and she literally buried her face in my chest, while I chuckled in amusement.

I mean, they knew the AXE would come for their heads as we found out what they did but I loved to be silent about things. More importantly, we were meant to have no witnesses. Everything started going left when Emilio decided he couldn't be patient enough to wait for our men to come. I mean,we had been investigating these crimes against us for years, finally decided it and his blood was hot. I get it. He still rushed though. I cast a side glance to my brother, seeing how tense he still was. He needed his vengeance. After Emilio shot the groom in the head, I had noticed how the doe eyed bride didn't flinch. She actually looked somewhat relieved that he was dead. Her gown was covered with bloo

Soon, she will be taking the Oath as Cosa Nostra's first female Capo dei Capi. Aria with her brother and men turned around to leave the place and him there to die. Aleksandr gazed at the clear sky before his dull eyes gave up slowly. But the monster in his mind whispered only one thing before He took his last breath. “No one can hurt me unless I want to be hurt!”

he scowled at me. "Will you do it or do you want me to shoot you" "I can't " I screeched He edged the gun to my head. "Will you do it now or not " I was shaking and sweating but I still managed to say NO. "I'm not doing it no matter what you do " He scoffed "And why? He has done bad things to you. This is your chance to take your revenge and now that you are his wife now. If he dies, all his wealth and properties become yours"

Kyle made a motion to his left at that point, and as I turned around and looked at what he was referring to, I saw blood being shed in an instant. The asshole of a capo is whispering something to Ari, and that woman, who will one day be my death, is giggling! The capo keeps caressing her back as she giggles, a fucking sight to see. I started to move in the opposite direction while trying to maintain my last strand of temper.

“Already bound to you. Watch him, and you will see. He thinks he is master. He does not realize he is already a slave.” Alexei’s chest tightened, both in fear and in something more dangerous: pity. Could it be true? That the most powerful man he knew, the cold and ruthless Capo of Brussels, was already undone by the ring—by him? He ended the call before Lucien could notice, putting the phone back to his pocket. The flight was long, but tension made it feel longer. Lucien occupied the aisle seat, Alexei by the window, as if he could still serve as a wall.