Novel & Cerita Enzo Godfather

"What do you do, Enzo?" "I just got into the country a few months ago," Enzo replied sheepishly. "I am currently not employed. I went to the club for a job interview..." "I want you to be the personal driver and bodyguard of my daughter," Adriano said. "Your pay will be very handsome. What do you say?" Enzo was shocked. He dropped the cup carefully. "I don't know what to say. I -" "I will take it as a Yes," Adriano said, standing up. "You will keep your distance, but you will always be there to protect her. Do you understand?"

"Twenty-four hours is what you have to find those bastard thieves, collect back my money from them, and torture all of them until they die. If you do fail to do so, I will have no choice but to consider you incompetent and force you to step down indefinitely. Then everything you've worked so far will go down the fucking drain." "You know you can't do that, father!!", Enzo grunted through clenched teeth. "Dare me, then. I, Pablo Ferrari, will not spend all of my life building a mafia ring to become the largest underworld empire in the whole country, only for my son to destroy everything with his lackadaisical attitude. That will never happen while I'm still alive!" Wait... Enzo was... Enzo wa

And right now, I hope I won’t be killed alongside my father, when the reason for running my tongue was to save his life from the beast; Alpha Leonardo. Alpha Leonardo moved a little further in me, his hand grabbed my jaws as he pressed into them with his sharp claws. His face contorted into a scowl. “I can see you have quite a keen tongue. It will be my honor to slash it in little pieces,” he flung my face to the side, and my neck snapped. “Bring the fool over here, and cut off his hand for stealing my money,” Alpha Leonardo ordered. And his men in black suits suddenly descended on my father.

One week later, the Godfather returned. Don Vincenzo Rosato had cut short his trip to Mexico. A black Maserati glided silently into the estate, like a massive whale slipping into the deep sea. It was silent, yet powerful enough to make the entire ocean tremble. I stood by the window of the second-floor study, watching the car come to a stop in front of the main house. Lorenzo personally stepped forward to open the door for him. A figure emerged. He wore a simple black cashmere overcoat over a perfectly tailored dark suit. His hair was combed back without a single strand out of place. Time had carved authority into his face, not age.

The door opened slowly, revealing a young man—late-teens, tall, dark hair, eyes too familiar to ignore. “You know you’re walking into a CEO’s office without a name or an appointment, right?” Enzo asked. “Name’s Matteo.” The Young Man stated. Enzo studied him. “Matteo what?” The young man hesitated, then stepped forward. “Matteo Russo. Marco’s son.” Enzo’s world seemed to tilt. He stood abruptly. “What did you just say?” “I’m Marco Russo’s son. I think… you knew him.” Enzo’s voice dropped. “Knew him? He was like a brother to me.”

, I asked him flirtily. "I would rather fuck you than watch a movie any day", he said burying his nose in the hollow of my neck. "So you agree this is a dumb movie", I said to him with a shudder. "The Godfather is not a dumb movie", he said pausing in between each word to kiss my neck. I gasped in response. "I think you are wrong. It is a slow movie about a few idiots trying to play God", I said to him. After my brush-off with Enzo, I hated everything related to gangsters to my core.

She cursed, stepping back, "Shit! This is bad. This is really bad." "I know," I couldn't help it, I was already shaking at this point. "I can't sleep or eat, and the thought that he's out there digging into my life terrifies me." "What's his name?" "Enzo," I answered, my lips quivering. I remembered his name as clear as mine. Enzo Pavarotti. I'd done my research, a thorough one throughout the night and I was left with more fear. He wasn't an ordinary man, his parents owned the biggest stock exchange company in the world. He was the CEO of the said company and next in line to inherit everything, including their multimillion dollar conglomerate.

(Faster) A few seconds have passed when Rochus finished talking in the phone and glanced back at him. "Boss, Donte said Giovann is in critical condition". Axel groaned. Bad news is starting to surpass the good one,just when he thought everything is going according to plan. "Vai in ospedale". (Drive to the hospital) The driver quickly change route after hearing his instructions. Axel stared at the tinted window of his bentley. Is he ready to take it if Giovann dies? His faced grim and his hand clenched. Giovann was the first man who showed him a father's affection. Even with the mafia and the hard trainings he gave but he acted as his father and mentor.