Novel & Cerita Godfather Parts

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

“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.

Everything managed. I pick up my fork. "How long have you known Derek?" He cuts into his chicken. "Ten years. Since he was fifteen." "His godfather." "In name only. I have no children of my own, and his father thought the association would be useful." "Was it?" "For him. Not for me."

The limo was prepared on the orders of the godfather and some minutes later the guard returned to inform him. “Let's go.” the godfather said, already out of his chair. He walked out of the door, followed by Giovanni. They walked over to the staircase and he started climbing down, making Giovanni think why a man with one good leg will choose to walk down a set of stairs inconveniently rather than use the lift. They walked down the stairs in two minutes arriving at the long passage downstairs. The passage had many doors that led to different rooms in the building.

I said to them and they just nodded to concur with it. We got into the car again and just continued our journey home. By the time we arrived at the Xavier's mansion, it was already in the middle of the night and yet all the other bodyguards hadn't returned, implying that Cassandra hadn't been found yet. I went into the mansion while Marco and Luffy left for home to rest. When I was inside, I realized that the Godfather was sitting in the living room with the television on. He was not watching it yet he probably felt empty or lonely inside, so the sound of the television was what filled the void and kept him sane. He turned his head around when he heard the front door was closed and met my ey

His hand slowly dropped down, lifeless. Godfather stopped moving. "Dad.." Aurelio muttered as more tears poured out of his eyes Almost immediately a loud noise was heard as one side of the clan blew up and immediately fire began spreading through the clan

I need a clear shot at him because a miss would compromise my position. My lips part when I make out the name flashing on the screen. Godfather. It’s the first time he’s called me in ten years. I thought he wouldn’t have my new number, even though I kept his old one. I swallow as I answer, “Hello?” “What the fvck are you doing, punk?” My finger remains still at the trigger. Godfather might be in his forties, but he still sounds as authoritative as when I was five years old, and I clung to him every step of the way.

Hannah asked, her voice pulling me back. I looked at her. Our classes had just ended, and we decided to stop by the coffee shop before heading home, it was already Friday. “I’m okay,” I said. “I’m just not in the mood.” “I see. Anyway, when can I meet your godfather?” I blinked and looked at her. She and Cheska were both smiling like they knew something I didn’t. “Seriously? Do you like my godfather?” I asked, a little annoyed. “Cheska said your godfather is very handsome,” Hannah replied playfully. “So why not, if I’m interested?”

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

There was something in his eyes that didn’t match his smile. It was faint but I could see it, something was still lingering inside him- something he was holding back. “This is perfect Nathan, I’m so happy to be with them again.” I said. “I know we have said this before Nathan, but truly thank you for bringing us back to our daughter.” My father said. “For Jane, I’ll do it all over again.” He said. “Jane, we are so blessed to see you so happy. We know over the years things haven’t been the same since…” my mother paused. My father took her hand in his.