The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

He simply bent slightly at the waist, waiting for my reply. The air of authority made Leo's heart skip, but he quickly dismissed the thought forming in his mind. He shot to his feet, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. "What? We've been living in this estate for five years. What do you mean by illegal occupation? And what did you just call her? Principessa?" Bruce straightened, his smile fading. "Mr. Lovera, the estate's deed has always listed only Principessa Anna as the owner." Sophia shrank behind Leo, tugging at his sleeve. "Leo, what's going on? Isn't Anna an orphan?"

"But Marco Donato is my Capo, and Delilah Donato is his wife." Salvatore’s jaw clenched. "Right. That’s exactly why I’m furious. What gives him the gut and audacity to step onto my island and ruin my business?" His voice darkened with each word, his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair. Alessandro exhaled slowly, his expression calm but thoughtful. Salvatore leaned forward, his voice lower but no less heated. "I will ensure that he and his wife get what they deserve."

Why do I sense Axel has already planned this? "I'll kill you and make her tight cunt mine!!! " Axel finally spoke something which I could interpret, but my soul sank as I heard that he'll kill Capo. An ocean of tears welled up in my eyes, as I imagined something like this. No, he can't kill Capo. " Ohh wait, let me give you a good show, about how your wife is fucked by your right hand!! " his evil smirk was plastered on his face. And immediately Capo's face turned dark, he was furious, I could tell.

“They’ll kill me.” “Then don’t let them find out,” Marco said, arms folding. His tone was detached, cruelly logical. “You’re lucky we should’ve killed you for Savio’s sins. Don’t forget that.” Her eyes darted to Adriana, then to me. Wide, desperate. Finally, she bowed her head, voice breaking on the vow. “From this moment… You are my Capo, Matteo.” I didn’t acknowledge her. I didn’t need to. I lifted my hand, signalling Marco. My men filed out silently, boots thudding against the blood-soaked ground.

The Sugar Trap was deserted, except for the women preparing for the evening. “When that happens, you are there to rule over the D’Angelo.” I frowned. He was taking this too lightly. He was the born Capo. Nobody could scare people into submission as easily and fast as Cosimo. I didn’t want to become Capo. That was Cosimo’s birthright, not mine. “Don’t give me that look, Salvatore. I know you would have handled things differently.” “Anyone would have handled things differently.” “It worked. Phoenix got his drugs, and he agreed to give this union a chance. And I bet Caroline

"He's announcing a wedding like we're supposed to be grateful for the insult." "Maybe," one of the younger capos ventured, "we could use the marriage as an alliance. It could actually work in our-" Robert's hand moved so fast I barely saw it. His fist connected with the capo's face with a sickening crack, and the man went flying backward, his chair clattering to the floor. Blood spilled from his nose, and he lay there stunned, unable to do anything but stare up at the ceiling in shock. The entire room went silent.

But Claire Parker and her body ass made me spill like a schoolboy even when there was no penetration, we didn't have skin-to-skin contact—that's how much power she held over me. "Capo, you're zoned out again. Is there something I should know?" Enrico asked, cleaning the blood off my blades. I zoned back into the spectacle before me. He was one of Santino's guys, the big shot who thought crashing Marco Costello's wedding was a smart move. Now, he was hanging like a messed-up decoration, chained upside down against the wall. He was one of the Capos leading the attack. And now he was on the edge, blood painting a gruesome picture as if life itself was giving its final encore.

She gives a sly smirk. "They told me that..." I look at her impatiently. "Senior Capo had an affair with Sophia" she widens her eyes. I freeze as realization dawns on me, I put the pieces together. "Affair?" I inquire. "Sì, Capo was married to Madam Guilia, he married her to strengthen his ties, he didn't really like her. When Sophia joined the palace as a maid, it was love at first sight for him, he was practically obsessed with her" she continues. "But Capo's father stood against their relationship and eventually one day Sophia disappeared. A tragic end indeed" she clicks her tongue sadly. She was killed!?

- Happy Birthday darling. We hugged and I forced a smile. - Thanks. My twenty-first birthday had arrived. What should have been a day of celebration turned into a terrible reminder: I was ready to marry Kaanadan Salvatore. Ready to marry a man I only knew two facts about: That he became O Capo dei Capi after his father's death in the rain of blood—a day marked between the biggest slaughter in the meeting of two mafias; and that he received the nickname of The Knight of Death, after killing a hundred people in 3 hours before the next day. One of them was his own cousin.