The Capo's Deadly Bride の小説・ストーリー

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.

She'd seen it all, everything and how I was able to convince the Capo's that killing her as the only solution to burying the sight she'd only just seen wasn't the best of options. After all she was my property, a priced possession and even though no one had the right to take her out of the picture without my consent, this situation was peculiar because it had to do with the intricacies of the family business. A stranger and non-made man was never to know anything about our operations. So killing Alexandra seemed like the only viable option to take when she suddenly showed up on the scene. But somewhere within me, I just couldn't get myself to carry out the order. Then, Marco all of a sudden

I’d gutted men for less than the tone that fucker used. Look at her, and bleed. Touch her, and die. Think about her again, and I will erase your bloodline. Deo Romano sat slumped in the rusted metal chair, arms yanked behind him with piano wire that had already cut halfway through the skin of his wrists. Across his chest, the name CAPONE was seared into the skin, charred, bubbling, angry. He looked up at me through swollen eyes, blood dripping from his mouth like spit. I’d knocked out the molar that held his cyanide cap, just to send a message.

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

My beautiful, fearless wife. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I slapped a hand against Alessandro’s chest, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the sea of sharply dressed criminals sipping champagne like they weren’t walking, talking international arrest warrants. “Wait a damn second—” I leaned in closer, whispering, “Is that Vincenzo Capone? And his brothers?” Alessandro barely spared them a glance. “Yeah.”

“I can give you the gift of her death today if you want. If it calms this tension and anger in you, Leonessa.” Again, the nonchalance in his words about killing someone told Helena who He really was. The Capo Die Capi of Lombardy's infamous Mafia organization, La Famiglia. This man owns the dark world and she owns him. His eyes searched hers to see what she had been thinking. Her eyes sparked in delight at his offer for a moment, but now they were calm and in need of something else. “Helena what do you want, Love?” He asked, this time worry laced in his words as He intertwined his fingers with hers. The solemnity in his tone matched the solemnness in her gaze.

I served only those things at his place which didn't have bell peppers in them. " I noticed that you still remember that I am allergic to capsicum... " He said with a smile. " So?? How could I forget such an important thing about you? " I said. " Do you remember, you served food to me as a stranger who called herself Antra, and I was amazed to know that even she was cautious not to serve me capsicum? That point was in favour that you were my wife, Mahima. " Dhruv said. " I could not let you eat capsicum. " I said.

Ferrell slapped himself mentally for the mistake. "Pardon Capo!" "Not accepted!" Falcone's voice dark "Kira is a danger! Ferr!" Falcone seated on his chair “No Capo!I ..I m..mean I think there is a misunderstanding. I request you to please attend the wedding.” Ferrall defended “Wedding or your funeral?” Ferrell was dumbfouded. "She is transmitted by Anastas to get hold of drug dealing and assassins. Your marriage is planned for a carnel…a deadly one."

She shrugged off the horrible thoughts and placed her hand in his. She could feel so many piercing glares on her back, probably from the women who were interested in Ein. 'In that case, come and take him for yourself,' she half meant it. The marriage officiant talked for what felt like hours, and Nicolette grew bored. Then, just when the officiant was about to finish, a gunshot could be heard going off in the crowd as guests screamed and scrambled to get away. Ein took out a Kimber Micro Stainless. Scanning over the frantic guests trying to listen for the click of the trigger, she got an uneasy feeling.

Because there was no way in hell I'd allow anyone to hurt my wife. With a click, the video resumed; this time, the feed changed to a man wearing a hideous stitched mask with red neon lights. ‘No one kills a member of the Brotherhood and goes unscrathed. Blood for blood, Romano Cappellucci.’ My eyes drifted back to Calista, her beautiful, peaceful body. The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’