Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I said, looking at them, “who handed this ring to me in the first place?” No one answered. “The night the Godfather was attacked, I took two bullets for him. I also led the raid on the traitor’s warehouse that very night. You’re all here today because, over all these years, I’ve protected the books, the routes, and your heads.” I said each word deliberately, then tossed a stack of new files onto the table. They were the extended lists from the Drake case. Each name had amounts, dates, and transaction records next to it.

The first words on it makes me blink twice…I haven't seen this name in a long time, it's a name that it seems like everyone but me has forgotten. Journal of Gerald Adams, leader of the Phoenix mafia clan. I look at it and look back up at uncle Vito…he's fucking with me. “Go on” he says and I flip through the pages, skimming through heart gripping details of a mafia underworld, of drug dealers and hired killers…all written in my father's unique and irreplicable handwriting. “What the fuck…?“ I whisper, hands shaking as I stare at a picture of my father holding a gun to an already dead man's head and a writing under it:

Two Days Later Donato told me about Giuseppe Lombardi, Il Grande Capo. He is a very respected man and was the father of Renzo Lombardi, who unfortunately died over a year ago. After his son's death, he retired from his position but still maintains all his businesses, some of which he has entrusted to his most loyal men. Tonight, we are going to his club, The Underworld, a place where many mobsters gather to do business, and occasionally, this ends in problems, although they always try to avoid it so as not to bother Giuseppe.

If he ever gets caught in such an act again, my promise would not stand and he would see his end. "Understood," he said trying to map out our look. There was nothing he could use, our hands were also covered with black gloves. I got irritated with the way he looked at us and signaled to one of the men who hit him. The woman let out a soft moan as the next man was brought out. This man tried to play cunny and dirty even in front of me. "I know you are the feared mafia," he said. "No other can come on a mission like this without your backing. I will transfer five hundred million dollars to your account."

My name is beautiful and I love how it sounded on his lips. "Damien. Damien Genovese" He says. I froze. Jesus fucking Christ! The man sitting beside me was the infamous King of hell!. Damien Genovese. Chester's arch-enemy??????!!; Of course I knew him, who doesn't know him? Damien Genovese was the Don of the New York Mafia syndicate which means I was currently in his territory. I had left Chester's city to come here because it was owned by his arch enemy but who would have thought I would cross path with the Devil himself?

Bradley bowed and said after pondering for a moment, “As expected, Godfather is very thoughtful. I just want to finish all things in one shot without considering the serious consequences that this matter may cause! “Godfather, don’t worry. Now that we know that the Chief Inspector is in Buckwood, I will certainly proceed with caution.” Fourth Master Yates said indifferently, “Remember, although we are strong, we’re still foreigners after all. Remember not to be too conspicuous when doing things. Work more and talk less.”

Rico revealed. "So you do have questions to ask," Anna chuckled, and Rico bobbed his head twice. "Could this question be related to your father? I'm sure you are more curious about him." "No, I know who Dad is already. I just didn't say it." "What? And who is he?" Anna asked, becoming curious now. "I know he is a known criminal, he is a godfather," Rico said and Anna gasped in shock as she let go of him. "What?? How did you find out?"

My emaciated body, all sharp angles and jutting ribs, met the cool air of the car. My shame had been torn to shreds by Lorenzo himself, the day I stood in that courtroom three years ago. I closed my eyes. The memories flooded back. The trial. Three years ago. Don Lorenzo Romano, the Godfather who controlled half of New York’s underworld. He stood on the witness stand in his expensive, tailored suit. He was elegant. He was cruel. And he showed the jury my deepest scars—the ones no one could see. “Members of the jury,” Lorenzo’s voice echoed, cold and calm. “My wife, Isabella Rossi, was six years old when she watched her mother get shot to death. Her father ran, leaving her mother behind to di

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?”