Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

He expected more phone calls throughout the day and everyone would want to know the details of Conrad’s murder. The godfather didn’t just die and nobody did anything. His death would have to be avenged, and as his first-born son, it would fall to Dominic to avenge him. He had a promise to keep to Isadora as well. He sighed as he thought about everything that had to be done. “Is there a reason you didn’t tell them about the castration?” Cooper asked him. “What was your first thought when you heard his balls had been nailed to the wall?” Dominic asked him.

Storm added. "I just hope you don't get to eat your own words someday," Rhodes said, and that instant Aurelio and Sin walked in, everywhere became silent as a graveyard, even the sound of a falling pin could be heard. Aurelio walked to the front while Sin sank into a chair near Melissa. Their eyes met, and he winked at her before facing the front. "Punk," Melissa cursed under her breath before focusing her gaze on Aurelio, who was about to speak. "Godfather is on his way back to Italy, which you all know. Gretna, Viola and Rhodes, the three of you would pick him up from the airport", he paused and continued,

"He loves it. He's a rough son-of-a-bitch and honestly, I think he'll be a Don one day." "A Don? What's that?" "The Godfather, or the head of the syndicate." "We're talking old school mafia here? Like the movies?" "Kind of. Sort of." Drake shrugged and squeezed her hand before releasing her and gripping the steering wheel. "I guess the real difference is when you get shot in the movies, you survive. It's not that way in the real world."

“Thats what I have gone to figure out. Father is certain that he has no mole on his end, there's no outsiders either which leaves the your end as the only option.” The godfather took a deep breath,it was heavy. I couldn't dare to imagine the effect this news had on him. The godfather was a man of legacy, of principle and one way to hurt a man like that was to hurt his legacy and shake his principles. “Rest assured I will figure this out.” He said at last as he went back to his food. I had expected him to start yelling out orders but his actions did not surprise me either. He was cool, calm and collected. “Have at your meal” he gestured, “we're not going to let some mole ruin dinner for us no

"Believe me, Vasili, that won't happen. I fear your mother and Anya more than any Mafia boss in the entire world" "You or any Petrov fear no Mafia boss, Grandpa, even without Alexzia and Levinia Wright" he playfully counters. Chuckles reverberated as the atmosphere becomes less tense. The men even serve drinks to accompany their conversation. "And About Amelia Stepanov" after a while of comfortable silence, the godfather speaks, gaining Vasili's earnest interest. "What about her?" he seriously mutters. Hearing her name on the Godfather's lips made him tense. "A woman could weaken and at the same time strengthen a man" Donny continues while staring at the melting cube of ice in his glass.

What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen? The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings. “Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice. She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

“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.

Reaching for it, I thought it was the location Don Alonzo was supposed to send but it was Stefano. “ This better be urgent.” I said gripping the wheel as I turned. “It is,” Stefano said. “A new godfather has taken over the Russian mafia. Rodion Korashov. They call him the Wolf.” I slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road. The mafia world was never still, always shifting, always dangerous. My business with the Russians had been steady. No trouble, no surprises. But a new godfather meant new rules, new risks. Especially since I had no idea who he was and what he was planning.

Godfather muttered. "I woke up one day to see she ran away with some of the clan's wealth and left a note behind. It was all just all a facade from her, it was all just a lie for a her to get to my wealth and once she had what she wanted, she left. So I did what I had to do, I ended her" Godfather said with a dark look on his face The gun fell off Aurelio's hand, making a thud sound of the ground as he looked at Godfather in shock.