Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

“Does he know where I went to and what I did?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about papa.” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry. My father steps closer, slow, deliberate. “Don’t insult me, Gianna, you thought I wouldn’t find out about you going to New York? I have told you countless times, you won’t find her. Get that into your head.” I could feel my face going pale. He knows about New York, but I was so careful. At least he hasn’t addressed what went down between me and Mr stranger.

“Besides, it wasn’t even supposed to be me, was it? The Godfather wanted Alexander to marry her.” Her face hardened instantly. “Alexander doesn’t take orders,” she said flatly. “But the rest of us do. You know better than anyone that the Godfather’s word is law. His commands aren’t requests—they’re survival.” She crossed to the cabinet, pulled out a narrow case, and opened it on the table between us. Inside lay a new-model pistol—black, cold, freshly oiled. She picked it up and placed it in my hand. The weight hit like a brick.

I insisted in on the laptop that had come with it. I found a bunch of files about various people including Donald Dante, Lord and other names I only recognized because they were very important people. I realized Vincent had given me classified information about the cartels and some big companies of which was also the general. I felt a wave of relief as I opened the General’s file. I had been so worried about the case but now, I had the upper hand and knew exactly what to do to win the case. The only question that remained at the back of my mind was why Vincent Vincenzo had left me with this information.

“You have been silent for too long. Report.” I clasped my hands in my lap. “The Godfather’s men are operating in Chicago. I traced them to a location and after questioning, it was confirmed that they are indeed his people. They have training houses and women are being sold like cattle. This is a direct violation of bratva law and...” “Enough.” Another cut me off with a dismissive wave. “You're chasing ghosts. Every young bratva head thinks they see conspiracies. Do not waste our time, besides do you think we haven't heard about your own little shenanigans?”

It was a beautiful sight every day, so I was always around to witness it. One day, we were having dinner at the family table when Godfather began to speak, “Some day, one of you will take over from me and become the new Don of New York. You'll need to know all the duties and responsibilities a Don should perform. Three things would want to destroy your position and make you lose focus. The first one is money, the second one is power and the third is a woman. If these three things cannot destroy you, then you're a true Don”

It was a very interesting book which I haven't finished, it was The Godfather by Mario Puzo. “Hello.” The voice greeted, too familiar.

“I don’t need you anymore. The driver is waiting with your money and new identity. Go away and never come back to Springfield. Your job is done.” “Yes, boss,” the nurse said, walking to the closet to retrieve a baseball bat and hand it to him. “Thanks,” The Godfather watched silently as she left them alone, the sound of the door closing echoing through the room. A malicious smile played across Connor’s face as he ominously loomed over his target. He smiled as he greeted the don, but couldn’t help noticing the Godfather’s trembling lips. Connor pulled a chair across the floor, its legs screeching, and sat down beside him. “Has anyone shared any breaking news with you?”

"It's just a scratch. Nothing serious." I felt upset and heartbroken at the same time, seeing blood seeping through his bandages. I snapped, "Can you rein in that spoiled bravado of yours? This isn't some lawless era anymore. You can't solve everything with your fists!" Vicenzo suddenly grabbed my hand. Grievance filled his gaze when he said, "They called you an old hag, Freya. Said you weren't fit to be the Donna of the Corleone famiglia. I couldn't just do nothing."

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

“You let a Wolf live. He returns to bite you.” Godfather skims through the scriptures, nonchalant, like the world is his. “I will have word with Jonas.” Finally, Il Padrino looks at him. Something crosses them. Something they already know. From the stains on Dakor’s suit to the glisten of his pants. Oh no, that wasn’t the plan. “In the cellar. Now.” Dakor’s lips press tight. “Il Pad—” The patriarch is faster. The Glock on the desk finds him. The bullet launches. Dakor yelps, but doesn’t scream.