Da Capo Near Me 소설 & 이야기

He cocked his head, flashing me that teasing smile. "You are very strange, Chocolate." He pushed my wineglass to me, reminding me to drink from it. "Unlike what you've heard from whoever, I'm not the Capo of the Costa-Nostra." He began the introduction. How was he not the Capo? He was called The Devil. If despite being the devil, he wasn't the Capo, just how scary was the Capo? "I'm the Sottocapo for the Northeast and the Southern parts of America. Where my Capo isn't present, I represent him and where he is present, I stand by his side."

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!"

Her head really hurt and she had a huge headache from when she had slammed against the side of the lift, but she hadn’t seen him since emerging from her metallic prison and she was worried. The slimmer male observed her for a few more moments, that smirk still on his face before he let out a short laugh. “He is a bit of a dish, I can’t blame you for wanting to know where he is” he agreed, moving closer to Maria. “I think, I’m no expert Miss LeTale, but I think you’re meant to be asking me who I am not worrying about your Dad’s piece of shit Capo”

He asked. “When will be the announcement of the new capo,” I asked before lit up the cigarette. “You have already got power in the club one of the notorious mafia club of Italy, and we have all sources to take control so just tell me when you want an announcement,” He asked. “First week of the new year” I smoked looking beautiful view. “Why not on new year” He inquired. “I need to cage my tigress first” I chuckled, and he chuckled too.

“He’s not home right now. Do you have a minute to talk?” “I need your brother’s number.” “Dario or Dante?” she asked. “I have Dante’s. I need the capo’s.” “From what I’ve heard, he doesn’t want to talk to you.” “Fuck him. He doesn’t have to talk. He needs to listen.” Mia’s voice lowered. “Rei, be careful. Dario didn’t become capo dei capi by being lectured to.” “He’s going to listen to what I have to say.”

Arturo completed after his brother, both of them chuckling. Luciano did not seem happy at all. His body went stiff and I could see he was trying so hard not to loose his temper. "Can we have a toast to her then? To our lovely Jade, the wife of our capo?" Another man stood up with a wine glass placed loosely in between his fingers. This word 'capo'! What the hell is a capo? I always forget to research on it! Hopefully I can take a mental note about it and do more research on the word.

As I stepped out of the car, I took off my sunglasses and waved over to one of the guys at the front. "Good day, Signor," he greeted, giving me a respectful nod. "Where’s the capo in charge?" I asked, glancing around. "He must be inside, let me call him out, sir," the man replied, quickly turning to head inside. Theo was parking the car while I kept an eye on the scene, observing the environment.I was starting to wonder why I hadn't seen the capo yet, he should have been the one giving me the progress report.

I demanded. He closed his eyes and sucked a deep breath. “Capo got attacked in Rome and he wants you to come to the estate and live there until he finds out the culprit. Your life might be in danger as well. So, please, cooperate with me.” He finally spoke and I froze. “Wh..what? Marcello is attacked? How?” I closed my mouth and uncontrollable tears rolled down from my eyes.

I stepped out of my room heading towards the kitchen running my eyes all over the place hoping to get a sight of the man who my heart yearns for but to no avail. "Good morning Uncle Gomez, did Damien not return yesterday?" He was startled by my voice since he did not see me coming but he relaxed as soon as he got a sight of me. 'So he did return home. Then where did he sleep?' "Where is he now?" I frowned in confusion before asking. "Hmm...did he have breakfast?"

The man pulls Nikolai by the arm and draws him close to me, then raises the glass of wine in his hand. “I would like to begin by saying thank you to everyone who made out time to attend my 30th anniversary as a Capo,” he begins, and a loud ovation fills the room. Capo? Isn't that a mafia term? This is not what I think it is, is it? My eyes widen, and I dart my eyes and head around the hall, staring at everyone. The black dresses, dark auras, false smiles, murders, hidden secrets, organizations, powerful connections, and unbelievable wealth.