The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

Capo snarled. “Paying you back for what you did with me all these years,” she smirked, and mercilessly, she slithered that sharp knife on Capo’s neck. He felt a stinging pain, but the cut was so deep that the moment he started to feel the breathlessness, he had already lost a lot of blood. She raised her hand and stabbed his chest multiple times. “This is how it feels when you and your son slaughtered my soul endlessly,” Capo was dead.

He let out a sigh as he examined the knife, “I need you. You are the key for me to get what I want.” “What do you mean?” I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He stepped closer to me and glided the knife over my cheek. The coldness of it made my skin crawl. “You are the key for me to get revenge on the one who killed my brother. The man who swoons over you.” My eyes narrowed; does he mean Casio? “You know who I’m talking about.” He smiled, then lifted my chin with the knife to meet his gaze, “Casio Capone.”

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

I choked out, my vision starting to blur. “Don’t play me for a fool! You were the one who claimed responsibility for her death first! Now you try to shift the blame onto him just because you want him dead? I don’t care what twisted relationship you had with that rat, but do not dare lie to me. I am not an idiot!” “If you want me to believe Kean killed my bride… then let me remind you of your reality,” he hissed, his grip tightening just enough to make me burn. “You are my captive. You are the one marked as my bride’s killer. Your life, your fate, every breath you take… it all belongs to me. Only I decide what happens to you.”

Then if the rest wasn't enough, Raphael Capone’s voice broke through, “She was promised by men long dead, under rules no one fucking lives by anymore.” Remo sneered, “That’s rich. You Capones love rewriting the rules when it suits you. But facts are facts. She was the Lombardi bride. And when she ran off, she took more than a name, she took loyalty. Respect. She embarrassed us. Now it's time to pay.” Luca moved. A flash of metal. A blur of muscle and violence. His blade gleamed as he lunged, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even look his way. Salvatore just lifted a hand and Luca froze like a dog suddenly remembering the leash around his throat.

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

It was left open on the desk. "Marriage proposal of the Russo family to the De Luca family: Damian and Isla," I read under my breath. How could this be? Isla is dead. Why was there a marriage proposal of the Russo's asking for their son, Damian to marry her? Are they that sick that they even want to get married to her as a coprse?

"Smarter means no more chances like this. But damn it is hard staying away." His breath mixed with mine. "Tell me about it. One look from you in that car and I wanted to drag you somewhere private." We heard footsteps and broke apart fast. A teammate walked by nodding. "Cap. Volkov. Good ride back?" "All good," I called out casual. Once alone again I turned to Kade. "This is the first wave. It gets worse if we slip. But I am not ending this. Not after Chicago. Not with what we know now."

I could still taste the adrenaline of that final click, and still see Adrian's face in the dark looking so calm and so certain as he raised the pistol and fired into the air. And just like that, Adrian DeLuca had just made me a Capo without any warning, conversation, or even a fucking choice. And I said yes anyway. Not because I was ready or because I was qualified, but because I knew deep in my bones that hesitation in that moment would've meant death. So I didn't flinch or cry. I played their game, and now I had a seat at the goddamn table. I didn't know whether to be proud or terrified.

I approached Marco's family and offered my condolences and his widow looked at me with red eyes and thanked me for coming and never once did she accuse me of anything. I heard rumors circulating through the crowd about how the security footage from Marco's house had been completely erased and the police had no video evidence of who had killed him or how they escaped. Someone said that the killer had been wearing gloves so there were no fingerprints left at the scene but they were fairly certain based on the angle of the wounds that it had been a woman who did it. I remembered putting on gloves before I went to the party because Miranda had insisted I wear them and I had kept them on the enti