A Godfather's Story Novels & Stories

His grip tightened around his fork, breaking it in half. “ And your son forced himself on his wife? Am I correct?” Silence followed, the air clustered with tension. Godfather's eyes were calm but demeanor shifted, just a bit. I guess he didn't like being ignored. “ I asked you a question, Trevino and I expect answers. Did your son force him on Don Gambino’s woman?” “ Ye-s, Yes he did.” He muttered, facing his food. “ And I'm sure you know that your sons actions are treasonous. Or do I have to remind you of the very rule you created?” He taunted and stabbed the steak on his plate, cutting through it with a knife and placing the meat on his tongue.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

I moved to pick it up, but Isabella was faster. She snatched it and turned to Vito, her voice dripping with false urgency. "I heard the Godfather spent tens of millions on a pink diamond at an auction just to please his wife. I’ve seen the photos—this is the one! Vito, she stole the Godfather’s ring!" Vito didn't hesitate. He believed her instantly. At that moment, only one thought consumed him: if the Godfather found out his precious token had been lost at the docks, the Rossi family was finished. To appease a man he hadn't even met yet, he needed a scapegoat immediately.

Her smile never reached her eyes, a mask she maintained to navigate this hell of a marriage. “Mama,” I said, placing my hand on hers resting on my shoulder. I knew all too well her story, a forbidden romance ended by my father's ruthless ambition. She had loved a common man before my father claimed her and murdered him, and now, years later, I could see the guilt etched in her eyes. My father was the underboss before he married my mother and automatically gained the right to be Don. “Look at you, a grown woman now, principessa,” she said, her tone affectionate yet laced with caution.

12 months ago Third Person Ghostly silence lingered in the car as the driver focused on road towards the Romero mansion. Nobody dared to question the Capo, aware of the fact of how important Volkov still was. His mere disappearance or sudden death could have caused an uproar in the silent lands of the underworld. They had a chance, but still, they couldn’t kill him. The wicked man has managed to obtain many allies in the past forty years. Killing him will be inviting hungry wolves for dinner. Being the biggest exporter of weapons across the globe, he has got more men at his side. Nobody in their right mind will think of betraying him. He is the godfather of the time.

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p

My emaciated body, all sharp angles and jutting ribs, met the cool air of the car. My shame had been torn to shreds by Lorenzo himself, the day I stood in that courtroom three years ago. I closed my eyes. The memories flooded back. The trial. Three years ago. Don Lorenzo Romano, the Godfather who controlled half of New York’s underworld. He stood on the witness stand in his expensive, tailored suit. He was elegant. He was cruel. And he showed the jury my deepest scars—the ones no one could see. “Members of the jury,” Lorenzo’s voice echoed, cold and calm. “My wife, Isabella Rossi, was six years old when she watched her mother get shot to death. Her father ran, leaving her mother behind to di

He got in the car, I didn't want him to leave on his own and so I accompanied him. Godfather brought me to a bar. "Why are we here?" I asked him, but he doesn't alter a single word, and then strode into the bar.. Whatever godfather was going to do, was definitely going to reign hell on earth... Godfather matched up to w guy sitting on the east wing of the bar, grabs an empty bottle and smashed it on his head.. Everyone at the bar was dumfounded about the scene, as I was too.. "Go and tell your leader, that the war as begun".

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And for this cheap scam, for this whore and her pimp, he had personally pushed the woman who loved him for ten years into hell. "Gavin, I want a divorce." "This time, I did it." Viola's despairing eyes flashed before him. He remembered her trapped in the fire, remembered her saving this "rival" on the operating table, remembered the slap… "AHHHH!" A primal roar shattered the casino's noisy calm. Gavin kicked the door off its hinges. He wasn't the deluded husband anymore; he was the feared Godfather of New York, a demon clawed up from hell.