Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

He simply looked at me and started talking, and something about the directness of it, after so many conversations that had circled the truth without landing on it, made me lean forward without meaning to. "The Godfather," he said, "is not a name. It's a designation. A title used inside a network that has been operating beneath pack politics for longer than either of us has been alive." He held my gaze steadily. "They don't claim territory. They don't sit on councils or hold formal rank. They move through the existing structures of power, through alliances and debts and the kind of influence that doesn't appear in any official record. They make things happen by making it appear that nothing i

Paling in the realisation that his sworn brother had secretly been taking care of his chores so he could focus on cooking, Zen felt ashamed. Ping! [The Godfather is amused by the belated realisation of how domestic you have been with your roommate. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Cussing silently at the new notification, Zen glared at the screen. The Godfather had been silent for too long. However, he was always lurking. If Zen thought he had lost the Godfather’s favour, this new donation message was a reminder that they were always lurking on his channel.

Spencer added only making Leith lose it. "I'm leaving, Adela I will give you a call." He said abruptly leaving. When he reached outside where Adela and Spencer couldn't see him, he threw the novel in the near by trash can. Garreth's advise was shitty, Spencer had taken it for himself. Now he would have to try Romeo and Juliet, he thought. He couldn't mess this up, Garreth would snap his fingers and send them to his father that was what the English Mafia was known for. It was their signature move. Garreth McCarthy as the Don and Spencer as the Capo they were a dangerous combination. He didn't understand what Spencer was doing with Adela-

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

They still need to clean up the blood and the mess. "That was quick. I like it. You punished them, and I can still be in time to say goodnight to my wife and maybe have dinner with her. Good job, son. I wish your father were here to see you in action," The Godfather says. He and Dante are drinking whiskey. My brother is pale as he runs to the side of the boat and vomits. No one blames him. It is his first kill after all.

This wasn’t the first time she’d walked into a room that reeked of power, corruption, and danger. But something about this place unsettled her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Then as anticipated her eyes landed on him — Roberto Hendrix—better known as Godfather—sat in the middle of a plush leather couch, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. Draped over his lap was a blonde, completely naked except for the silk sheet barely covering her lower half. She giggled, pressing kisses to his neck, but his eyes weren’t on her. They were on Ivy.—Dark ,amused and hungry.

Thank you for choosing "Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance." It's a standalone novel, so you can enjoy it without having read the previous books. However, if you want to delve deeper into the characters from earlier volumes, feel free to explore the entire series. »»————————«« This narrative is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

I thought everything was over then. But I witnessed Caesar’s heartbroken, devastated state. He held my lifeless body. He gently smoothed my disheveled clothes and hair, then softly kissed my forehead. He promised to avenge me. Later, he indeed fulfilled that promise. In that past life, Damian had risen to become the godfather of the entire mafia empire, surrounded by layers of security. Yet Caesar found him anyway, and they both died in the fight. I did not understand why Caesar would go that far for me.

, I asked him flirtily. "I would rather fuck you than watch a movie any day", he said burying his nose in the hollow of my neck. "So you agree this is a dumb movie", I said to him with a shudder. "The Godfather is not a dumb movie", he said pausing in between each word to kiss my neck. I gasped in response. "I think you are wrong. It is a slow movie about a few idiots trying to play God", I said to him. After my brush-off with Enzo, I hated everything related to gangsters to my core.

Then he turned a‍nd w⁠alked away. I wa​tched him cross the ga‍rden, his limp pronounced, his shoulder‌s​ hunched. He w‍al⁠ked through the​ a⁠rc​hway and disappeared. I was⁠ al‌one with the G‍odfather. Don Sal⁠vatore pic⁠ked up hi⁠s she⁠ars. Snip⁠. "Come, chil‌d," he said, patt⁠ing​ the bench beside hi​m. "Tell me about America. An⁠d pou⁠r me some tea.‌ The wa​r ha⁠s‌ begun."