Enzo Godfather Novels & Stories

Matteo wasn’t Giovanni’s only son. Giovanni had two other sons, Filippo, the middle child, and Enzo, the youngest. Filippo, steady and reliable, had been running the family’s shipping trade. He always steered clear of the internal power struggles. Then, there was Enzo, the hothead. Giovanni sent him to America for five years to straighten him out after the latter committed murder on impulse. Enzo only came back last year. In my previous life, Filippo stepped away from power when Matteo took over. Under Juliana’s influence, Enzo turned against Matteo, and the two fell out.

Enzo asked observing her expression. “Gina smiled and nodded her head then takes a sip of her drink. Enzo smiled at her honest reply and said, “if the one for whom this party is held gets bored, then this party has no meaning.” Gina glances at him in confusion. “Pardon me.” “Well, aren’t you Mr. Fredrick’s daughter?” Enzo decides to slowly disclose his intention. “You know my father?” She asked with little surprise and just then her mind recalled her father talking about finding another money lander taking his name. So, he is the Enzo Accardi.

Finally, They were in. Enzo tried to curb his enthusiasm when he saw the miserable expression on my face. He knew I didn't want this. As I put his elbows on the table and rested my chin on my folded hands, setting my face in a bored expression, Enzo wished for the thousandth time that he had been born a D’amelio. He would take my place in a heartbeat, but that wasn't how it worked. I was Martin D’amelio’s first and only son. Grandson of Rex D’amelio. I was blood. Enzo was not.

I had so many questions. “Yeah I guess I should have gone straight to the point instead of grabbing you like that. My bad” He said with a grimace, “well allow me to officially introduce myself. My name is Enzo Cesario but you can call me Enzo. To the outside world I’m a mafia Don - which isn’t a lie. I do run big operations across three continents…but beyond all that? I’m actually a breed.” A breed? What the hell does that mean? As if reading my mind, Enzo responded, “A breed is more like a human with an animal DNA.”

“Power is the only god here.” My father met my eyes one last time. “Run, Dante.” I didn’t. I watched them slit his throat. When the blood pooled at my knees, I swore I’d become the god they feared. Present Enzo, my consigliere, materialized at my shoulder. “Their debt’s worse than we thought. The father’s bleeding money. Gambling. Stupid.” “Stupidity’s a luxury,” I said, swirling my bourbon. “One he’ll pay for.”

ENZO —- I opened my eyes to a dark environment as I try to recognize my surroundings but one thing I was sure of was that I wasn't at the warehouse anymore. "Rodrigo!!!" I yelled, battling with the chair I was tied on but I clearly wasn't going anywhere and would just cause more injury for myself. Rodrigo smirked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes filled with vengeful satisfaction. "Ah, Enzo Ferrari. It seems our paths have crossed once again. It's time for you to pay for what you did to my men that day."

He grinned, exposing his gold incisor. My heart jackknifed painfully as I slowly processed the truth. The dirty truth. "You would have wasted your time finding out if Enzo belonged to your brother because he doesn't. The boy is mine!" He barked out a harsh laugh then. My eyes followed him; I was utterly bewildered. "She lied," I muttered. Enzo wasn't Vince's son. "His full name is Lorenzo Bondago Jaguar. He was named after my twin brother Lorenzo and not your brother. What a convenient lie for that Jezebel to tell him."

"A perfect opportunity? Why would he side with us to murder his own father? Did you stop to think about that, fat piece of shit? Do you do anything aside from eating? We’re all fucking dead.” "That," Gustavo interjects. "Won’t happen. I can explain myself." Aurelio shakes his head. "We're all fucked." He strides toward the group. Confidence emanates from him in waves. He's sure of himself and it's there for all to see. Enzo refuses to look at him. When he retrieves a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, his hands are shaking. He looks like he could just about kill both Paulo and Mauro. I can only imagine how he feels. This man might claim that he's loyal to them now only to report back to his

“I have to say, Enzo, for a moment there I doubted you.” “Nonsense,” Enzo scoffed. “Money. Power. Prestige. After our little talk today, I’ve come to realize that I love those things even more than I love you.” “Smart boy,” Giulia said as they left the office to head back to the party. Giulia was satisfied that Enzo really was the man she needed him to be. He had killed his own father, after all. Her doubt in him had just been paranoia. Enzo was satisfied that Giulia believed his bullshit story, which was all he needed for now. Enzo had already formulated a plan.

“I’m going to be your step mom soon.” He snorted out a raspy pig-like noise, “Fuck me…. Don’t say that in my presence again.” “Not gonna call me mommy?” I snorted. It sounded ridiculous. He wasn’t that much younger than me. “Reminder that I can, and will, turn this car around instead of taking you to drown your man sorrows in a pint of ice cream,” Enzo’s tone was clipped, and it sounded as though he were speaking through clenched teeth. I mimicked a zipper to my lips.