Enzo Godfather Novels & Stories

Enzo's Padre, Davide Caro, had once worked for the Rossi family and died in a shootout at the docks, and his Madre, Viviana Tanzini, had long since passed away. Enzo was a kid who'd clawed his way up through blood and mud, yet he knew better than anyone how to sheathe his claws when he was around Isabella. If Isabella so much as glanced at a dress in a shop window, Enzo would go behind Noemi's back and run errands at the docks, the auto shops, and the underground boxing rings until he'd saved enough to buy it for her. If she paused for just a couple of seconds outside a restaurant, he would eat the cheapest bread for three months straight and use the money he saved to buy her an expensive ca

"Imagine when you find out..." "Find out what?" Henry became interested, and I saw that Enzo was trying to control himself but was dying to show off, so I nodded for him to go ahead. "That Luna and I are this cutie's godparents!" Enzo beamed. "Ah, kid..." Henry huffed. "He was smarter than all of us; he's been campaigning this whole time." "I wasn't, but I think it's amazing to be her godfather," Enzo was genuinely proud.

I sighed, already regretting that I hadn’t just taken another route. "First, it’s Mr. Giordano. Then Ethan. Then your ex-husband. And now renowned fashion and food icon Jordan MacWood." She let out a mock gasp. "What kind of whore are you?" I stopped in my tracks, my body tensing. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to hers, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her step back slightly. "I’ll take a lot of things, Giorgia," I said, my voice low and steady but emitted just the amount of threat I wanted, "but I won’t tolerate you calling me names."

"Come on, don't be shy, let's hear what the dumbass has been saying" "He...he says he is the...the legitimate son of the...the late mafia lord, and...and the Boss is a..." "Vai avanti, say it!" Enzo urged, smiling behind his mask. [Go on] "Is... Is a b@stard son of a whore!"

"Do I have to?" "Yes, come on," I say and stand up. He follows me outside of his room where Stefano and Martina are waiting with my cousins and my boyfriend. Gio is stood holding onto Matteo but dives to hug Lorenzo which makes me smile. "Idiota!" He shouts and Enzo smiles to himself. "I missed you too," he says as Martina hugs her sons too. They pull apart and Enzo looks at his papà and takes a deep breath. "I am gay papà," he says bluntly. I hold my gun up to Stefano when he reaches for his.

" I am dead to the world Emma. I can't go back to Italy anymore. My house is burnt. My world taken and my... My woman murdered. I don't wish to go back " " It is your world boss " Emma replied swiftly, so urgently as her heart thud. She fears so much Maximo Santino will turn away from his duty which isn't right. " You are the Italian Mafia Boss. Maximo Santino. The only biological son of Santino. The world is yours. The organization has been yours from the begining. From the day you were born. " It's your duty you will have to attend to it. It's your burden you must shoulder it and it's your destiny, you can never change it.

“He’s healthy and perfect, just like you.” “He’s always treated me like the screw-up, but not anymore,” Enzo ranted. “You’re giving him a grandson. He’ll have to name me successor. And you—he’ll have to accept you, Fiametta. As family. As a legacy.” I pretended to blush. “I always wanted that…” Enzo looked straight into the camera. “I’ll make him see it. If Raffaele wants to chase after that gold-digging archaeologist, let him. We’re giving this family a future.”

“Fine. Since I enjoy watching you suffer, I’ll give you a little something.” He placed a napkin on the table and scribbled something down before sliding it over. Dino picked it up. A name. Enzo Moretti. Dino’s eyes flicked back to Alejandro. “Who is this?” Alejandro’s smirk widened. “Let’s just say… he was very close to your mother. And even closer to Sanchez.” Dino clenched his fists. He had never heard of this name before, but if Alejandro was giving it to him, it meant one thing—Moretti was important.

I ask Sasha as he stares at me. "Nothing. Do you want me to wait for you and go to the dinner together?" "Sure. Hey, what do you know about Enzo?" I ask as I casually take a sip of the coffee. "What is there to know? He is the son of my mother's friend from Italy. Aperantly he is a big name in the art world and he wants to have Alex under his wing." Just under his wing or under something else. "Why do you ask?" Sasha asks me but his eyes remain on this laptop.

"I can change her if you do not want her. If you don't require a personal maid, that's fine. I'm simply looking out for you because you're like a son to me, and I want your..." "I expect you to have packed to my floor by morning. I despise clumsiness and dislike having to repeat myself. You have to be close to perfect," he interrupted Patricia, his attention fixated on me. I gulped, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground and avoiding eye contact with him. "Am I understood?" "Yes, Alpha," I replied, and he turned away, leaving without another word. "Big brother Enzo is so scary," Lily said with a sigh. "So rude, he couldn't even say a simple thank you," Patricia mumbled under her breath as she t