Fredo Godfather Novels & Stories

Caruss asked in stupefaction and was confused why his stepbrother, Fredo, even dared to mistreat him. Fredo laughed. "Nothing, dear. Oh, by the way, please accept my gratitude first before leaving. You might think that I didn't care about my stepbrother," Fredo chuckles as he demands a jelly dildo to whip him up for being a fag, then waved after as it felt jovial to watch his fleeing. Fredo even dared to signal Caruss to hopefully never return. While, Caruss, could also hear Flynn whined as yelling only his name. He soon left the house with a heavy heart that he had no choice but to stay away from them.

She huffed, taking a few steps closer to me. I could tell he was about to say something back, but she pointed at me. “You remember my godfather?” She asked him while I turned to them. “Ah, Padrino.” He said with a fake smile. “I didn’t see you there.” Right, fūcker. Because I’m going to believe that bullshīt. “My name is Alberto.” I stated before caressing Isa’s head. “Only my angel can call me Padrino.” I continued before glaring at him.

"First of all, you're going to have to understand all the things that have happened in the past few months." "We'll start with the ships. They were attacked to shorten our supply of money." Makes sense. "Then Enzo Carlos. His son's mind got poisoned by the Bellinis and Alfredo to go against his father, then he blamed his father's death on you, something he did all by himself, to make it seem like he joined the Bellinis because of your supposed betrayal." I was quite taken aback by that one. The fuck?! "Alfredo promised him some things if he takes over."

"You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather." His fingers began to tighten slowly. I couldn't breathe. "The Godfather went to Mexico to negotiate an arms deal, and you dare spin a lie like this? I need to teach you again what respect means." He sneered, looking at me sideways. I struggled desperately. "Let… go…" Just as I was about to suffocate, a hand suddenly clamped down around Marco's wrist. It was Lorenzo DeAngelis, the Godfather's Consigliere. He was the family's chief legal counsel and most important subordinate.

My voice came out shaky and thin. Volk was one of Ilya’s men. He was practically a giant with albinism and grey eyes. Ilya Vasilyev was a ruthless Russian Mafia Don who just took over his father’s position when Nikolae deteriorated from cancer. How did I end up working with the Russian Bratva? It was a long story, but to make the story short. About a couple of years ago, I found out my biological father, Francesco Giordani, was an Italian Mafia boss. My brother Tomas was murdered, so I attended his funeral. That was how I figured out that people around me were not normal. They carried guns, probably even in their sleep. They were intense. It didn’t have to take rocket science to figure out w

This same man in front of me, wearing a wedding dress. She doesn't look happy but the fact that it's Sarah. Is this one of her enemies that have exposed himself to me so cheaply? Luca Adolfo. Never heard that name but with the amount of guards surrounding me, he has to be important. “You see, the Giovannis are no good. They've always been cunny and your father learnt that the hard way I'm sure.” Enough of my father. I still haven't accepted that Igor himself lay caged inside an expensive coffin, probably deep into the earth by now.

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.

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo

The owner of the hotel exclaimed excitedly; his voice was trembling. “Fernando Campbell, the God of War!” When James and the others had finally registered into their brains the fact that Fernando was here. They let out a long breath with a hint of shock and surprise. Fernando Campbell was another powerful God of War, and his combat prowess could definitely be considered as first or second among the nine Gods of War. Nobody had expected to see such a marvelous figure here at Fane’s wedding. “My pleasure to meet you, dear God of War!”

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p