A Godfather's Story Novels & Stories

I don't even care that he has people for me to kill or torture, I just don't want to be caught in this mess between him and Enzo. The godfather invited us to dinner tonight because he wanted to speak with us. I assumed it was just going to be Enzo and me, but his entire family is here—well, those with rankings, that is, and their wives, and somehow Gianna and Picolina made it here tonight.

I started the engine and drove off, my hands steady on the wheel even though my thoughts were anything but calm. I knew exactly where I was going. To the man I believed was both the cause of my problems—and the solution to them. The kind of man you don’t confront with anger or threats. You approach him with negotiations. With offers. With sacrifices. A man who listens only when something is being placed on the table. The one man the Godfather himself had bestowed power upon. The man who could change a person’s fate in La Camorra with a single decision. The man who would decide whether my father lived or disappeared completely—and whether everything my family owned would be erased or reborn i

“You know nothing, Son.” “Il Padrino, what the fuck is he talking about?” Rocco says. “And what if it’s true!” Godfather fires. Rocco gasps. “Papa?” “All I do is for this family’s legacy.” Godfather bellows, blood rushing to his face. “Did you think the commissioner and other familia would be at the tip of my fingers if I wasn’t?” “You didn’t tell us, Papa!” Ferrari snaps. “Dakor almost died.” “I’m telling you now!” There’s no remorse in Godfather’s voice. “As for Dakor, I’ve made sure he’s handled. He won’t betray Familia again.”

I ended the call with Nessa and turned to look at my godfather, he dropped the tray on my bed. "We need to talk Kim, you need to understand what I do" “ I want to explain something important not you.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “Stop talking to me like a child, are you a criminal? Or what?” Not a "criminal" I'm a mafia boss, I am the Don of a very big organization.” He has said it before but I thought it was all a lie but seeing him kill that man? My eyes winded at what he said. Was he serious? Was that the excuse he was giving me, mafia?

Clarissa tries to console her boyfriend. "I think so, too. You see, I had a simple, normal and loving family, but everything has changed when my father joined a Mafia organized group, and when he finally became the head of "La Famiglia" which is infamously known as the "Godfather." Michele continues retelling his family background. "Have you tried talking to your father and mother?" Michele nodded before he speaks again.

“Thats what I have gone to figure out. Father is certain that he has no mole on his end, there's no outsiders either which leaves the your end as the only option.” The godfather took a deep breath,it was heavy. I couldn't dare to imagine the effect this news had on him. The godfather was a man of legacy, of principle and one way to hurt a man like that was to hurt his legacy and shake his principles. “Rest assured I will figure this out.” He said at last as he went back to his food. I had expected him to start yelling out orders but his actions did not surprise me either. He was cool, calm and collected. “Have at your meal” he gestured, “we're not going to let some mole ruin dinner for us no

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo

My father, Don Matteo was standing by the door, by his side, an even taller man, who sported the same sort of neck tattoo that Leone had, and the sort of attitude that made it easy to know he was most probably Leone's father, even without the semblance. Leone laughed, and slowly, he put his gun away, then took a step back. "Don Matteo," he said, venom lacing his words. "We meet again." I blinked, taking in a sharp breath as my father slowly walked down to us. "We meet again, Don Leone." Leone never replied my father, and the taller man came between them. "You seem to already know Leone. He is all set to be announced as the official Godfather. He has also taken over all of Brave Hearts."

But he still wouldn’t talk and tell me who had sent him. We had been at it for four fucking hours, and the man didn’t say a word but spat in our faces. I was getting tired of wasting my time with someone who wouldn’t talk. The truth was, I had taken control of most of my territories all over Italy, New York, LA, and Ibiza. Vittoria was losing her mind over it because I had the support of the Godfather. The Godfather was the leader of all leaders. Very few people knew his identity, but everyone knew he was young and that he was the most dangerous criminal in all of Italy. People said it was me because no one knew about the Godfather.

Ricardo explained, “Godfather, I'm scared, let's be contented, and give others chance, let's whoever that's Interesting In the no one come, and I will handover to the person, I don't want us to lose our life, and I don't want us to lose our loved ones In the Mafia war, It's always brutal, godfather, let's forgo the power and let's live for good” Harley said,