A Godfather's Story Novels & Stories

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. I have a reason for coming here. For obeying my father despite the thousands of why I could have thought of an escape if I wanted to. But of course Enzo doesn’t know that. “Ha. Ha. That’s hilarious,” I snapped. “You people have always had rules for women in the mafia. Get married. Have kids. Keep your mouth shut and play the perfect and dutiful housewife. You know what that feels like? A cafe.” He scoffed, lacing every word with disdain, “You people are only full of stupid choices. I won’t let my son fall into the same trap.”

Federico Di Grazia; The Godfather had arranged a meeting at an exclusive golf club. Golf wasn’t exactly my game—I’d barely played—but on a bright, sunny day, surrounded by the city's wealthiest and most influential men discussing business and politics, I couldn't ask for a better setting.

They practically controlled the world, except for one place. Alexander was happy when his father gave him his position; it meant to him that his father trusted him more than anything or anyone else. At a very young age, his parents started training him so that he could become a great mafia king. Day by day, after his training, he grew stronger. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, he became undefeatable. He went on his first mission at the age of 18. He has never been defeated until now. Now his mafia army consists of 500 000 men, well trained to defeat more than 500 000.

It was something that I hated to do, knowing that I was going against the oath I had sworn. "The godfathers are people who literally do everything for their selfish benefits. They would make people work for them and when it's time they discard them. Don Pablo works for the godfathers and despite everything that goes on, he is untouchable due to the influence that the godfathers have. Ciro Russo is just a pawn in their chess game and I fear that with their return to Carlifornia after a long time, there is a bigger plan they have" She stared at me, waiting for the next line of my statement.

This is it, I need to do this. “Babe?” “Mmmm,” she hummed weakly. “Would you still love me if I tell you that I’m the Don? Would you leave me if you find out that I’m the Godfather?” I asked. “The Don and Godfather? What is that? I mean, who is a don and godfather, and why do you think I would leave you if I find out you are related to them? Are they bad people, do I need to be worried?” she asked me. I knew she would not understand me.

“You... you shouldn't be messing with that name, boy.” I leaned in, my patience wearing thin. “Tell me what you know.” Victor's voice dropped, his words tumbling out over themselves. “Your father... he worked for the Godfather, once. They were like brothers, until... until he fell in love with your mother.” I frowned. “The Godfather wanted her for himself.” Victor continued, his eyes pleading with me to understand. “Your father... he stole her from under his nose. The Godfather vowed revenge, and... and he took it.”

“Nonna has told me a lot about you.” “Really?” There was a hint of sadness in Godfather’s voice I could barely catch. “Tell me what she said.” “First that you’re her father. You’re strong and smart and dedicated. You’re the one man she loves who has never betrayed her and she also said that you’re a talented storyteller.” Godfather laughed. “In my experience, storytelling is a must-have talent for all grandfathers.”

What the hell was i thinking fucking my godfather. But how was this supposed to make sense to me? To anyone even? My godfather gave me the best sex of my life. I doubted if I’ve ever moaned that load in my entire years of life. I didn’t know I could be pleased in the way I was last night. How was he that good? But I let him, I let him fuck me real good and I knew I was supposed to feel guilty but there was no guilt in my heart. It felt good and I wasn’t able to dispute it.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

However, the strange message made him do a double take. For some reason, the Godfather enjoyed watching him become a harem master. It did not matter if the people he interacted with were male or female. Godfather Veron was an extremely bored person who craved the latest gossip. Zen’s channel was full of wholesome moments which explained the Godfather’s favour. Zen had no idea if catching the eye of the academy’s founder was a positive or negative thing. However, credit was credit.