A Godfather's Story Novels & Stories

Two Luca Capaldi It was strange, stepping into my father’s office. Giuseppe Capaldi had been an intimidating figure that ran half of Boston. In polite society, people said my family was in “real estate”. In the criminal world, people knew what that was code for. Cosa nostra. The mob. Giuseppe had been our family’s consigliere. The don. The motherfucking Godfather. People kissed his rings, and did his bidding. But Giuseppe was dead. He’d been shot by the last person I ever expected to shoot him. My wife.

Nicola asked after Tina was gone. "Not really..." I answered dispiritedly and shook my head a little. "Wait... I think I know what it is..." Nicola said and I met her eyes, wishing she would guess it right so I didn't have to start the topic myself. "Did you finally know everything about who Don Xavier really is? The Godfa..." she deliberately didn't finish it and I just continued her words. "The Godfather thing. Yes, I just found out about it unexpectedly last night." "How?"

"She was everything a man could want—kind, beautiful, selfless. Everyone loved her... except Jaydon’s mother." I feel my breath hitch. Christian continues, his tone steady but heavy. "His mother never approved of Hera. She thought Hera was too simple, too antisocial. But Hera never let it bother her. She visited them every week, helped the servants, even brought gifts for his parents. "But there was one thing Hera could not accept." Christian’s voice lowers. "Jaydon’s choice to follow in his father’s footsteps. She hated the idea of him becoming the Mafia leader. She despised it. They fought about it constantly."

Sicily and Calabria. This man is indicating that he’s from the underworld. I scoffed, masking my unease with impatience. “Don’t play games with me. Who the hell cares which corner of Italy you crawled out of? Go back to your country. Tell you what, I’m not afraid of the Godfather—why the fuck would I fear you?” I wasn’t just talking shit. According to my grandpa, the old Italian Mafia Godfather had died in some internal struggle. Chaos followed. Until, of course, some so-called Mafia King rose from the wreckage.

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••GODFATHER'S SUITE•• Immediately Aurelio finished having his shower, he walked to Godfather's suite. The moment the guards saw him, they made way for him and he got in. He met Godfather speaking with Cheetah. "Son.." Godfather smiled when Aurelio got in. Aurelio looked at Cheetah then at Godfather before taking a seat. "Father... Welcome back" He muttered. Aurelio is Godfather's adopted son. He adopted Aurelio when he was 7 and trained him to become the man he is today.

Just answer my question. They turned back to what they were doing, and said to me, "Godfather had been with as all the days of our lives, and his presence made us to ignore daddy, but now that daddy has return, it's only nice to let godfather go, so that he could find someone else to give birth to his pups, and he will have some of his own." I was stricken by what I heard from my children. What? I never taught them that. I had always taught them to put other people's feelings first before making a decision, but now, it was like all my teachings had been a mistake from the start.

"First of all, I have to sympathize with you about your situation. When Alessandro told me what had happened, I couldn't help but scold him to his face. You see, the Mafia world is dirty, and it will never be clean. There are no rules when it comes to the underground world. If you are going to survive, only the ones who can play the games in a dirty way can win. The things you’ve seen, the things you’ve experienced… they change you. But your emotions? They are yours. And they are valid.” "How do you know so much about the Mafia?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. She hesitated before answering. “My grandfather was once part of it, but he ended the root of crime in our family. I don’t associate wit

When money came into the picture, family and faith were no longer important. Old Godfather Ryan had been shot to death. He had been nicknamed ‘godfather’ out of respect, but his fate was more like the godfather from the movie ‘The Godfather’. In that movie, the godfather’s image resembled an authoritative elder. Therefore, killing Old Godfather Ryan was just treachery, not a betrayal of faith. However, catching all the priests in the church was an entirely different story. These priests were all followers of God and represented their beliefs.

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

"Non sono tuo, fottuto pezzo di merda.” Rage scorching hot against my skin, I stormed out of the room, desiring to be away from everyone, to find solace in silence. I needed to leave, I intended to leave, and I had been on my way to the car when I was informed that my presence was needed by The Godfather. Fuck me. The Godfather—St.Louis, was not a man to be messed with. But the fiery glare which he had shot me was all it took to know that I had messed with him.