The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

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.

On my birthday, my husband, Alessandro, the family's Capo, didn't come home. He sent a bodyguard with a bouquet of roses already wilting at the edges and a text message: [Picked these myself from the garden. Happy birthday, love.] A moment later, his assistant, Chloe, posted an Instagram story: a fifty-thousand-dollar custom floral arrangement of black roses, their petals embedded with crushed diamonds. The caption read: [My Capo says, "If you love me, you show me devotion that never dies."]

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

I greeted him. He just gestured for me to sit down at a table nearby. He was unbothered by the fact that he was selling me off to someone I don’t know and most importantly an alpha king rumored to be a ruthless and dangerous man, someone that Murdered his own wife, a demon in human clothing.

"I'll talk to Prince Stefan, see if I can calm him down. Meanwhile, let's get you to a safe place." Sofia's grip on Captain Ryker's arm tightened. "No, Ryker. I won't go anywhere until you tell me what's going on." Captain Ryker's expression softened slightly, and he leaned in closer. "Alright, Your Highness. But you need to promise me you'll stay calm and trust me." Sofia nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I promise." She muttered Captain Ryker took a deep breath before speaking in a low tone, "The notes you've been receiving... they're connected to a prophecy and a curse. A prophecy that Stefan believes Alexander is trying to fulfill and a curse he is trying to overcome”

It's from the same world so it will be a great experience to read those books as well. I will start with Capo Dei Capi union of death and queen of Killers and lastly Conception Of Truth (I will title it Secrets of The famiglia) I hope you guys love it. And again thank you for reading. Also are you guys wanting longer chapters? or are you happy with the mixed ones? some short some long? let me know

“Sorry to disturb you signora, but there’s a delivery for you. It has no name, just this.” She handed Elena a small parcel. Inside was a beautiful rose, and a note handwritten in neat calligraphy: “For the mysterious widow who hides masterpieces in plain sight. Let Rome see you, even just for a night. …Giovanni.” … That night, after she had taken a long bath and was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing her damp hair. Her mind wandered yet again, uninvited, to the dark years she had spent locked in silence. Without joy or laughter… now she had a built a wall so high around herself that even her own heartbeat could not escape.

“Tell me, did you ever wonder why your husband never eats with you? Never bleeds? Never sleeps?” I blinked through the haze. “Go to hell.” He laughed. “He’s already been there.” He motioned to one of his men. “Show her.” The man dragged something forward — a crate. He opened it. Inside were photographs. Black and white. Old. My heart stuttered. Zenaida. Her face, her eyes, identical to mine. One of the photos showed her in flames. Malrik holding her, blood on his mouth. “No,” I whispered. “History repeats itself,” Darren said softly. “You’ll be his curse all over again.”

But also he couldn’t reclaim her trust without it. “He told you to kill her” Maria whispered softly, her eyes wide. Her Daddy had told him to kill his wife, she’d known it instantly. He wasn’t a good man, she knew that much, but it didn’t make it any easier. “Oh Tony” she breathed the second he nodded, Maria instantly moved to kneel in front of him and taking one of his hands in hers, putting his wine glass on the table behind her. She felt a rush of sympathy for this big bad Capo before her whom she could tell was trying to hold back his emotions. Her hand gently moved his cheek so that he would meet her gaze, her hand staying there once he did so.

The little girl ( Antonio 's daughter Lucy ) which I assumed was flower girl bring the rings forward and soon my hand was outstretched and yet another lavish and expensive ring was slide sealing any hope which was left . Drake (P.O.V) Today is the day for which I waited impatiently for days . Today love will be mine my wife my queen and moreover my happiness . It makes me feel anxious a bit how she will be looking today . Oh god , that girl will be definitely my death ! Her beauty, those eyes which are so fearful but yet get scared in my presence , the way my name rolled out of her mouth only I know how hard was it for me to control myself but not more . Today she will be mine . Mine to hold