Godfather Book Pdf Novels & Stories

I said to them and they just nodded to concur with it. We got into the car again and just continued our journey home. By the time we arrived at the Xavier's mansion, it was already in the middle of the night and yet all the other bodyguards hadn't returned, implying that Cassandra hadn't been found yet. I went into the mansion while Marco and Luffy left for home to rest. When I was inside, I realized that the Godfather was sitting in the living room with the television on. He was not watching it yet he probably felt empty or lonely inside, so the sound of the television was what filled the void and kept him sane. He turned his head around when he heard the front door was closed and met my ey

he yawned, burying his head in the book. Hazel’s words rang in my ears. I didn’t want to be hard on myself, but I didn’t want to loosen up so much for him, so I took deep and controlled breaths. I tried to convince myself he was being sincere, and not a setup. “Are you alright?” he asked, and I kept mute, staring at the book in his hand as he flashed it in my face. “The Mafia King’s Obsession!” I exclaimed, like I hadn’t noticed the book earlier. “I didn’t know you were a fan of Gigi,” I said, and his eyes widened.

They were probably some kind of mafia or something. "Accept them or you're doomed," Pablo repeated his words. This time, he revealed something tucked in his waist by lifting his jacket. Bella's eyes widened. She couldn't believe what she saw. A gun rested at his waist. My goodness, her suspicion was correct. This man was dangerous, and it could be presumed that Marco Vilante was even more dangerous. "So?" Pablo curled his lips. It seemed that showing the gun to the girl worked. Bella fell silent and seemed to be thinking about something.

I licked my dry lips nervously as I waited for the next one. But his hand hung in the air. "It seems like you are more of enjoying the pain instead of enduring it." "Huh?" I asked in a low voice. "This was meant to be a punishment. What is wrong with you, Alexa?" He cautioned me. My godfather's voice was sounding different. Like he was in between annoyed and amused with me. I cranked my neck a little bit sideways to see his facial expression. My brow creased in confusion when I found his teeth gritted. He spun around immediately, backing me.

“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.

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.

She watched us as if she knew there was a storm coming. “Don’t forget that it was me who gave you this position, boy.” The sense of authority in his voice, despite being nothing but a retired Capo, irritated me. He had not been titled the Godfather because of his notorious behaviour, just like Edgardo Rossi. “I can just as easily take that power away from you.” “By bombing another warehouse?” Pa’s eyes widened and his lips parted in shock, as if he had not expected me to find out. I arched a brow. “Are you surprised I know it was you?”