Enzo Godfather Novels & Stories

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

This statement made me feel like he knew who I was at the bar before approaching me. "Your wife... Isadora or Isabella, I think it was. Very lovely woman. She speaks so highly about the father of her children, not knowing what a real douchebag he really is" Enzo said as he took out a photo card of Valentino's children. Enzo then forced Valentino to take a look at the photo. "It's his birthday soon isn't it?” He said as he pointed to a boy in the picture. “What better gift than to have his father's head personally delivered to him as a birthday present. What was his name again, Dylan? Or was it Vincent? I can't ever keep up with all the names of your children, with how many times you've been

He was not bothered at all and I hate him because of that. What he did mirrors what his father did. Cesar has the same expression when he killed Cladia in front of me. Sixto was the reflection of his father that night and I loath him so much. I will kill him in exchange of Enzo's life. I will make him experience what he did to Enzo, getting shot on the back not able to fight back. Enzo is a good fighter that's why he was given to me. He is one of the best fighter from Stefano clan. He can save himself but he choose to save me first.

“You exist!” Enzo yelled out. “My life, Gio’s life— it was perfect until you came along! Dad and grandpa and even mom have not even looked at me or Gio since the day you were born, you’re a piece of mold, a piece of shit! I hate you, I can’t stand you— I could never stand you!” Enzo yelled out while Christian cocked the gun. I sat frozen in my seat and my mind wasn’t working. What did I get myself into? Was he really going to shoot him?

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I gawked at Vincenzo's father. He looked so much like Vincenzo. His black hair has hints of grey. He looked to be in his early fifties, he was tall, but not as tall as his son, he was probably 6ft tall or so. His face was emotionless as he stood in front of Vincenzo. “You know why the fuck I'm here. Your mother got kidnapped, and I know you wouldn't have told me about it.” He announced.

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

I do not like my godfather, I do not want him, so why was all of this hurting me so much? I made to walk out of his sight but he pushed me to the door of my room, he pressed me to the door staring at my eyes like he had done yesterday. “You are all that I have Kim.” His words were very soft. “And you expect me to believe you? “You my world but…” “But Anna is the one you want?” I let out a hysterical laugh. “What was I even thinking, you are my godfather, my father's best friend, you are way older than me, I cannot think of you in this way, Godfather Ethan.” I paused and gave him a calm expressionless look.