Fredo Godfather Novels & Stories

“I’ve heard from Lorenzo that you’ve found out about him. About the sacred famiglia, a very ghoulish world built by Fernando Albergo Moretti, Lorenzo’s father. I don’t think I have to tell you who that man is for you have your perspective of who he is, but to us who are under his omerta he is our shield. This is the man who has taken care of my father as if there were brothers and my mother as his friend. He had saved us countless times from chaos and harsh cruelty and it was all because he considers those who are sworn by the code of silence as family. But that doesn’t mean that Fernando is a good man. He kills and slaughters people who provoke or go against him, and relishes their pain bec

While Tony was shaking with anger, Fredo Codiseri, the consigliere, was clenching his teeth and glaring wide-eyed. It was an unusual expression for someone who rarely showed emotion. "Fredo, what kind of man are you that you couldn't notice the Russians were having second thoughts?! They've betrayed us, no doubt. They've joined hands with the Luciano family. Otherwise, why would they disappear without a trace until now?!" Tony Rico redirected his anger towards Fredo. Fredo's jaw twitched.

“Frederico Nostra has been seen entering America recently.” My breath caught for a second. Frederico Nostra, the head of the Nostra family, Carlo Nostra’s father. If Carlo was dangerous, then Frederico was far worse. People feared Carlo because of his cruelty, but Frederico was the kind of man entire mafia organizations avoided provoking. Calm, intelligent, and merciless. And Dominic had killed his son. So, revenge was unavoidable. I slowly looked away, trying to process everything. Michael escaped prison. Frederico Nostra was in America.

Frederick sipped his cigarette, staring at Aldo, who still didn't want to open his voice. "Do you know that girl, son? Father never saw you act like that to the opposite sex. Something's wrong, you can tell daddy! " Mr. Frederick, founder of the GH-Group. The father of the CEO, and in fact Aldo is the son of the company's founder. Not much different from the other two men of age. Mr. Erick is the younger brother of Mr. Frederik which means that man is his uncle. And Mr. Trans is the best friend of both of them. They never put each other down. They always fought from 0 to get to where they are today. But unfortunately, the three of them. Only Frederik's son was willing to lead the company the

, the housekeeper narrated amidst tears Mr Antonio stepped closer to Fredo, " why not ask your wife ? She's the only one that has access to your properties " " Who the hell are you referring as my wife dad ? Aren't you the one that kicked my wife away ? ", He annoyingly referred to his dad He caught the presence of the chef and requested of him coming forward " Tell me you don't know anything about the Missing money ", Fredo referred to the chef She shook her head, " I know nothing about it Sir and I'm quite sure the housekeeper knows nothing about it too " Fredo almost gave her a slap, he felt so sad over the covering sentence she made about the housekeeper

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

It was sound proof as she enjoyed peace and quiet when she works. Fredo was an impressive mafia man, but he wasn’t a wolf, and she knows that if she did try to take him as a partner, not necessarily a mate, he could possibly get hurt. He was a man who towered over her five feet and eleven inches tall with black hair and black eyes. His skin was tanned, and he could pass off as an American if she didn’t already know that he was an Italian man. The muscles on his body were also impressive, and though she and him have had multiple encounters in the bedroom, she still didn’t trust herself to have a serious relationship with him.

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

I pulled away and he turned to Frederico who didn't look affected by anything that had just happened . " Hey Mr Grumpy face ..." Red said and my jaws dropped as I looked at Red and shook my head . " His name is Frederico " I said and he frowned . " My name is Frederico Esposito mummy...he can't be Frederico " Red said arms folded . " Esposito really ? Frederico asked frowning . " I can't just give him your son name Frederico things don't work that way ' I said and he looked at me emotionlessly.

"And I bet that’s why Mr. Giordano didn’t even deem you worthy of a proper marriage. Don’t flatter yourself, Moore. He’s not standing up for you—he’s doing it for the public eye." Silence. For the first time, Moore faltered. Her fingers clenched around her purse, her breathing uneven. "Nora!" Grey hissed, his eyes wide with warning. He knew. He knew she had just destroyed whatever slim chance they had of leaving unscathed. Pathetic. Grey turned to me, scrambling for damage control. "I’m very sorry, Mr. Giordano. She’s pregnant, and you know how—" "No." My voice was calm. Cold.