The Capo's Deadly Bride Novels & Stories

- 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.

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.

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.

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 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.”

I want every man in this city to envy me. So, I wore a burgundy gown and walked into the ballroom. I thought I deserved to witness my own success. Instead, I saw Silas standing in the center of the room with the Elders, beaming. Camilla was clinging to his arm in a champagne dress, the emerald necklace resting perfectly on her chest. "...The success of this operation is all thanks to Camilla," Silas announced loudly, raising his glass. "A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!"

"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.

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."