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“You said you wouldn’t kill me!” “Tables turn, my love,” Gleb replied, earning a disbelieving glare from her. The Godfather’s smile suddenly froze. A grave expression replaced it. He tipped a head signal at one of his men, who reached for heavy bundles of files from the table’s drawer. “Don Alessandro, drop the gun,” he ordered. “Your time’s ticking.” Alessandro hesitated. “You have sixty seconds. Drop the gun. Sign over your businesses. Your ports. And every street you think you own.” He cocked the gun and slowly stretched the trigger.

I traded my sight and half my life for the sight of her and her bodyguard going at it in my own study. For her fake affection while she carried another man’s child. For her calling me a "useless blind man." All that stupid devotion, that sacrifice, that filthy betrayal—it was all frozen solid with the winter rain in Chicago. In the darkness, I’d already carved out that weak heart. I took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy oak doors. My father was waiting in his study. Don Salvatore Scott. One of the most respected godfathers in Sicily. He was seventy-five, his hair completely white, but his eyes were still sharp as a hawk’s.

As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I hailed a cab, feeling a sense of freedom that I hadn't felt in a long time. “Where to?” The driver asked, looking at me with a curious expression. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of where I was going, but then I nodded. “Just drive.” || Godfather's POV I leaned back in my chair, a cigar clenched between my teeth, as my men stood before me, awaiting my orders. The dimly lit room reeked of smoke and danger. “So, what's the latest on Dermos?” I asked. “He's been lying low.” One of my men replied, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. “Our spies say he's been spending a lot of time with a woman named Luciana. Looks like he's got a t

Last of all, I entered a young man Gabriel didn’t recognize. Gabriel's legs weakened. He stared at Dolphus with horror blooming in his eyes. Dolphus had even tracked down the VIP duty manager from back then. Except for the young man, both the driver and the manager had pocketed Gabriel's money. The young man shifted nervously. His eyes moved to Dolphus's direction, then took where Gamma Raphael was standing. He brought out a worn diary that looked older than some wolves in the pack. He then set it gently on the table, which is close to Raphael.

Godfather's POV Earlier that day…. "Godfather! Godfather! you must leave the city at once! The authorities are searching for you!" That was the first thing I heard when I answered Clark's call this morning. I swiftly rose from my relaxation chair where I had been reading a newspaper and inquired, "What's going on? Why are the police after me?" "I've received information that Mr. Stephen's attempted assassination yesterday failed, and you understand the implications of that, Sir."

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

Sofia moved closer and closer till her lips was brushing through his own. "We would make you into someone that the world hears your name and trembles" Carl was about to be enticed into the hot thrilling kiss, when something flashed through his mind. "Did you say we?" Sofia stopped on her tracks and look at the curious Ciro, who had raised one eye brow at her. "Uhmm.. well yea I said we" Carl was trying to out the pieces together, but it couldn't make any sense in his head. "The godfathers comprises of men and judging from their seating arrangement, there is the rook, the knight, the bishop and the king" He kept on speaking to himself, while Sofia waited for him to get the answers he was so d

she said to me before looking at Adonis, “only if he agrees to let me talk to the capo.” I sat back with my eyes wide and mockery painted on my face. No way in hell was my brother—the possessive ass—letting her speak to the capo of Camorra, whoever it was. “Absolutely not,” Adonis grunted. “Fabrizio Benedetti is to stay away from you.” “I didn’t mean Fabrizio Benedetti. Let me rephrase: I want to speak to the man David formed this alliance with, a.k.a. Fabrizio's father, Mansueto.”

The man behind the wall was speaking again. "Silas says the Don is distracted. He’s going to Pier 14 tonight to oversee the manual loading. That’s the window. We pull the panel in the study, grab the 'Red Ledger,' and get out before the Ghost realizes the temperature in the room has dropped." The Red Ledger. I had heard the stories. Enzo’s father, the "Old Lion," was rumored to have kept a physical book—a handwritten record of every bribe, every murder, and every betrayal in the Chicago Outfit for thirty years. It was the "Nuclear Option." If the Valenti family got their hands on it, they wouldn't just destroy Enzo; they would own the Commission.

He didn’t get mad whenever he happened to catch me. For me, it’s not just sex that makes me happy. Sometimes, moments like this make me even happier—road trips paired with food trips. It’s simply fun, especially since my driver right now is so handsome. My godfather, who’s with me now, is incredibly good-looking. Just earlier, he was the one feeding me his cöck; now, I’m the one feeding him actual food. I can’t help but laugh when I think that I’ve practically tasted every delicious part of this godfather of mine. As time goes by, he only looks more and more enticing to me. “I’m full now, Misha. Thank you,” he said after I let him drink some water.