Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

I said calmly. Don Francesco raised an eyebrow. “You should be asking me what I want in return for the information you’re asking for.” For the first time since I arrived, Don Francesco looked slightly startled. Only for a second. But I saw it. The old man straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s how it is now,” Don Francesco said slowly. I only smirked. Don Francesco sighed before speaking again. “Alessandro went to see the Godfather today.” My eyes narrowed slightly.

I traded my sight and half my life for the sight of her and her bodyguard going at it in my own study. For her fake affection while she carried another man’s child. For her calling me a "useless blind man." All that stupid devotion, that sacrifice, that filthy betrayal—it was all frozen solid with the winter rain in Chicago. In the darkness, I’d already carved out that weak heart. I took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy oak doors. My father was waiting in his study. Don Salvatore Scott. One of the most respected godfathers in Sicily. He was seventy-five, his hair completely white, but his eyes were still sharp as a hawk’s.

Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud, right Drake? Wait, you are not Italian, so how did you become the Godfather, how did you get to that position?” she asked me squarely, and she sat upright to look at me fixedly while she waits for the answer to her question. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting any of this from her, I practically heaved a sigh of relief when I heard her speak about us so freely. She sounded so thrilled, and she even considers it a privilege to have met with my predecessor, Matteo Messina Denaro. I felt so elated by her words, and I couldn’t help but pull her into my arms for a warm, passiona

You're perfect. "Only your beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, and flawless skin can satisfy Jackson. "As long as he takes you, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean." My heart clenched violently. "Who?" Fear and reverence filled Calvin's face. "Jackson Grant. "He's the new mafia Godfather. He's a legend. "They say he came from the slums and used to be the old Godfather's daughter's bodyguard. He fought his way up. His means were violently cruel.

“I have to behave like a good mother who loves her son, I can’t let Max ruin everything that I’ve been building for years with his spoiled behavior.” I stood up and moved closer to where he was sitter—Godfather, Max’s little hand folded into mine. I bowed softly, showing some respect to the Godfather. The very man Lorenzo took after, the oldest drug dealer in the mafia world, who kills without mercy. He smiled softly. His hands opened wide, calling for Max to hug him. Instead of Max running into his embrace, he hid behind my back in fear. “That man seems like an evil man,” Max whispered, but everyone in the room heard him so well.

But he was quiet. The acronym *GDL* rang in my mind. *The Godfather’s Legion*. This was no ordinary group. My father’s men—trained criminals, assassins, and deadly people from all over the world. Men who swore oaths of secrecy and loyalty to him. They fought for him, killed for him, and, if need be, they’d die for him. The GDL was for matters that couldn’t get traced back to my father. When he wanted something messy done, he’d call them in.

XXX Alexander Russo POV Why in the hell was everything so chaotic lately? My business partners Ashton and Eliseo had women locked up in their basements with no real plan other than to keep them there. I didn’t realize we were in the capturing women business, but alas, here we were. The final partner, Janus was on a rampage because Paradise Island had a drug dealer plaguing the island bringing in contraband, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out who it was. This little contraband issue was causing problems for me since I was the one heading the police force and security. I was fucking failing miserably right now. What a shit show. Running a hand through my hair, I fell back into the so

I packed only my most essential things: a few changes of clothes, my mother’s pearl necklace, the Luccarelli family ring I wore around my neck, and the gun I kept hidden in my nightstand. I walked past the bookshelf and paused, my fingers brushing the spine of an old copy of The Godfather. It was the first thing Vincenzo had ever given me since three years ago, thrown at my head after a particularly tense meeting. “Read this,” he’d said. “You need to learn how this world works.” I’d read it three times. I left it on the shelf. Thirty minutes later, I dragged the suitcase out of the bedroom. Vincenzo was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face like he’d already won.

Seb and I went straight to my study. The Italian people called him Signore Gerardo. My men called him Padrino Gerardo, meaning The Godfather Gerardo. And ever since I was seventeen, I called him Papa. Gerardo Sanguin sat on the swiveling chair behind my desk in my study watching the wall sized flat screen TV across from him. It showed five different places in the world — one in New York, one in London, one in California and one in Las Vegas. Our shooters were in place for all the heads of The Biancis—the mafia family I had to get rid of. The first one we witnessed was of Vincenzo Biancis', eldest son, who was attending a birthday party in California. People around him shouted when they sa

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the black card in hand, and said with a smile, “Godfather has always been generous! He definitely gave a sizable amount. We’d better give Fish more.” Clayton nodded but looked puzzled. “Mr. Malone doesn’t show up very often. Did he return to Mediania just for his grandson?” Nicole glanced at him before muttering, “It’s probably because Mom’s death anniversary is coming up.” Clayton glanced at Nicole. She pursed her lips and continued, “I only know a little bit about what happened between them back then. My godfather fell in love with my mother first, but they somehow broke up and he went abroad. When he came back, he was married and had children. He h