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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.

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

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."

He held it inches away from Marcelo's face. Marcelo's eyes widened when he saw what was written. ITALIAN MAFIA SYNDICATE. The contract. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked. Aurelio didn't say anything as he slowly brought his right hand to the front of the paper. His gun was positioned on the paper. He fired a bullet. Godfather Marcelo ducked before the bullet could hit him. The bullet tore clean through the contract, smoke curling from the scorched paper.

he finally disclosed the reason for his visit. Trailing behind him, we found our way to the pack house with Fabrizio walking right next to me. The pack house was not far from my mansion, so we arrived there in a couple of minutes. Upon getting there, the entire pack was gathered outside of it and the Godfather was addressing them. The moment they took notice of me, the entire place became quiet. The Godfather suddenly charged at me shifting mid-air and lunged for my throat. My Alpha aura blazed dangerously, my eyes changed from azure to blood red and my claws elongated. I caught hold of his neck and flung him away like a rag doll. The crowd cheered. “Alpha!” They all chorused. “Finally.”

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.

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.

Today though, the air feels different—dense. My eyes catch sight of a stack of formal papers neatly arranged on my father’s mahogany desk. Official pack seal… That can’t be good. “Aella, come in,” Father’s voice reverberates from behind the desk, where he sits with his usual composed demeanor. He’s Alpha and Capo of Chicago; an Italian mafia sect that controls the city. “You wanted to see me, Father?” I say, moving close to his desk and trying not to show how I’m trying to make out the pack seal on the envelope.

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.