

Queer fiction about fierce love.

Capo: A World's End Novel
One mob capo.
One transwoman.
One lethal secret.
Marshall Vincenzo has his hands full with running the Angel City casinos now that his best friend, Dante is the new boss of San Torino. Not only is he left in charge of operations for the haven of gambling but he still has to deal with new demands made on him by his Uncle the Don of the Vincenzo clan. But when he gets a distress call from the one woman he has avoided for years his protective instincts have him going on a rescue mission.
Sofia Guirrez is hiding in plain sight. Born in the wrong body as Samuel, and rejected by her family for living as a woman, she ran from her past and took refuge working for men who know nothing about her previous life. When a new assignment goes wrong, she has no option but to ask for help from the one man she's craved but knows she can never have. For one thing, she can never allow him to find out her secret.
Together they have to deal with a crazed ex and a bloody coup among other dangers. To survive, Sofia has to trust Marshall who is determined to tear down her mask and offer her the things she's always wanted—love and acceptance. But what happens once her lethal secret is out.
EXCERPT:
Copyright 2017 Kai Tyler
(Marshall's POV)
"There's something I wanted to ask you," Tito lowered his voice as if he didn't want to be overheard, his elbows leaning on the heavy dark wood desk separating us.
Knowing my brother, he did it more for dramatic effect than anything else. We sat in my office, which had been recently swept for transmitting devices. No one was listening.
Unless Tito had a bug on him.
Shoving the ridiculous thought aside, I leaned into my leather chair. "What is it?"
"It's about Dante and that Carmichael boy. A little bird told me they're lovers."
Bile soured my mouth. A little bird? More like a fucking canary.
Less than a handful of people knew the extent of the Dante's relationship with Carlos and Tito wasn't one of them.
"Lovers? Ha." I laughed without humour as I met Tito's narrowed gaze. "If you're asking if Dante is fucking Carlos, then I suppose so. The boy was his slave and was claimed as his prize after Duce got rid of the boy's father and took control of the territory."
Who ever had been talking to my brother was looking to stir trouble for my best friend. I couldn’t let it happen. Not to mention that I would find the shit-eating rat and take pleasure in ending their miserable life.