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“Look through the images and read the documents.” Frankie walks over to me and sits down, bracing his elbows on his knees as he scrolls through the phone. His expression darkens the more he scrolls, and by the time he reads the incriminating documents, he looks about ready to explode. “What the fuck is this, Gio? Dad was a fucking snitch?” I nod. “A snitch of the worst kind; he sold out Famiglia members, Frankie. Sold them out to save his own fucking ass!” Frankie sits back with his hand covering his mouth and shaking his head. “Broke Omerta when he drilled the fucking oath into us,” he says, bristling with anger. “And this was Tulvan’s deal for Emilia?”

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

I turned and saw Ria, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, standing there with a glass of wine. “Sorry, he’s such a dork. I had to.” I smiled. “Thanks.” Then I turned back to Antonio. “Who was that man? What’s going on? And where’s Adrian?” The questions spilled out of me in a rush. Antonio stared at me like he was having an internal battle whether to tell what he knew. He sighed. “One, that man,” he said slowly, “is the Godfather. Paulo’s father. Adrian’s grandfather.” I blinked. “His grandfather?”

"Non sono tuo, fottuto pezzo di merda.” Rage scorching hot against my skin, I stormed out of the room, desiring to be away from everyone, to find solace in silence. I needed to leave, I intended to leave, and I had been on my way to the car when I was informed that my presence was needed by The Godfather. Fuck me. The Godfather—St.Louis, was not a man to be messed with. But the fiery glare which he had shot me was all it took to know that I had messed with him.

“Nonna has told me a lot about you.” “Really?” There was a hint of sadness in Godfather’s voice I could barely catch. “Tell me what she said.” “First that you’re her father. You’re strong and smart and dedicated. You’re the one man she loves who has never betrayed her and she also said that you’re a talented storyteller.” Godfather laughed. “In my experience, storytelling is a must-have talent for all grandfathers.”

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

“I’ll stay and do a bit more. Pietro will drop you off?” I nodded. “Yeah.” I hugged my mother, inhaling her soft perfume, then walked out. The moment I stepped into the car, I pulled the diary out. My fingers shook slightly as I opened it. The first few pages were nothing special. Notes. Dates. I kept flipping through, reading randomly. Then I stopped at a page. And started reading. My stomach dropped right to the floor. I blinked. Once. Twice. Dazed. A list. Every Mafia family in Chicago.

"Don Corleone is still the famiglia's head after all. The elders—" "I'll deal with the elders," I replied evenly. "You only need to draft the agreement as I say. I want it in three days. And for now, don't tell anyone, especially Vincenzo." "Alright," Marco agreed. He paused for a moment before adding, "Take care of yourself, Freya. No matter what happens, I'm on your side." After ending the call, I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. Marco was Vincenzo's older brother and also a long-time close friend of mine.

What the hell was i thinking fucking my godfather. But how was this supposed to make sense to me? To anyone even? My godfather gave me the best sex of my life. I doubted if I’ve ever moaned that load in my entire years of life. I didn’t know I could be pleased in the way I was last night. How was he that good? But I let him, I let him fuck me real good and I knew I was supposed to feel guilty but there was no guilt in my heart. It felt good and I wasn’t able to dispute it.

Federico Di Grazia; The Godfather had arranged a meeting at an exclusive golf club. Golf wasn’t exactly my game—I’d barely played—but on a bright, sunny day, surrounded by the city's wealthiest and most influential men discussing business and politics, I couldn't ask for a better setting.