Enzo Godfather Mga Nobela at Kwento

Enzo lets go right away and moves to stand up, as omegas come with some clothes for Romeo to take on. Dad walks over to Enzo and proudly puts a hand on his shoulder. “The fight is over, and the winner is The future Beta of the true king, Enzo,” Dad says, and everyone cheers. “Your father would have been proud.” Alpha Leonardo says, and Enzo bows his head.

Bianca handed him a glass of red wine, her smile stiff. Enzo took the glass and looked at her coldly. "How much heart-stopping poison do you think is in this glass?" Bianca's smile collapsed instantly. "Wh... what are you saying?" "Did you think I didn't know who that bodyguard works for?" Enzo smashed the wine glass onto the floor. "He's an undercover agent I planted in the rival Lucchese family. And you... you were stupid enough to get pregnant with his bastard and try to pin it on the Moretti name?"

I ran to the window trying to open it too but it’s also useless. “No! No!” I screamed out loud as I tap the glass door. The fire sitting on the torch made my heart beat even faster. Dad is holding that torch by his right hand bringing some explosives with him. My stepmom is also walking from his back. “Angelo!” I called him. I saw how the forest is eaten by fire slowly as I hear a series of explosions. “No!”

This rigorous structure allows the organization to thrive and expand. The First Modern Godfather: Don Vito Cascio Ferro The first truly known and recognized godfather is Vito Cascio Ferro (1862-1943). A shrewd and ruthless man, he modernizes the mafia and imposes a systematic extortion called the pizzo: a form of tax that all merchants must pay under threat of sanctions. He liked to say that he "pecked" this money like a sparrow pecks its water in a puddle, hence the very term pizzo.

"My name is Elena Vance. Or perhaps you know me better by my maiden name... Elena Rossi. Your father’s first wife. The one he supposedly divorced twenty-five years ago." ​Vivian’s mind spun into a chaotic vortex. "My father... he never told me about you." ​"Of course he didn't," Elena laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "Because he stole my family’s portion of the Medici ledger. Your father was no saint, Vivian. He was a thief who fell in love with a pretty American girl—your mother—and decided to betray the very syndicate that built him. He hid the ledger, and he left his dirty little secret with Arthur here."

Enzo stood in the center of it all, his back ramrod straight. He looked at me with a mask of anguish, even squeezing out a few crocodile tears. “Marcella, I loved you, I trusted you… and you bring this shame upon me.” He took a deep breath, using his Don’s presence to quiet the chaos. “As the Don of the Falcone family, I will not tolerate this betrayal that taints our bloodline!” Enzo raised his right hand, pointing his finger at my nose, his voice cold and merciless.

Enzo let go of his hand and gestured for him to take a seat. "How's the drive?" Théo asked after they sat at a corner table. He glanced outside the coffee shop. Enzo's other bodyguard was still standing by the entrance, blocking their view somewhat. "Traffic wasn't terrible." Enzo kept up a pleasant tone and sat on the chair opposite his. "Where's that from?" Théo pointed to the inch-long scar on Enzo's forehead. The pale white scar almost looked the same as his. "Just last year," Enzo replied with a short sigh and a crooked grin. "Price I gotta pay sometimes for being my father's son."

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

and every single time Luca would always look at him with the intensity that was enough send a man to his grave, not Cristain though he was just too stubborn to die by a mere glare from my brother. Lorenzo or as most people call him Enzo, was “the punisher” he was an unhinged motherfucker and extremely violent person. Whenever their club would have a boxing match or a racing event, he was also so eager to kill, maim and destroy without even thinking. If not for Luca who always keeps him in check, I was so sure he would have gotten himself killed, or would have killed more people that he already had, innocent ones included.