Novel & Cerita Godfather Sonny

He looked at Liam frostily and said, "I have to agree that you're very arrogant and bold. People usually aren't as calm as you when they are facing me. "I admit that I like your ability very much. But since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being merciless." Upon saying that, Sonny exuded a strong murderous intent and made the atmosphere in the surrounding frosty. Liam could feel that Sonny's gaze was filled with a desire to kill, but he remained standing in place calmly. He had a faint smile on his face, but his gaze was incredibly icy. His tone was frosty as he asked in return, "Sonny, you said Sonny Club is the top ten organizations in the underworld of the state. Since you're f

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

Anyi, trembling, knows he must be communicating with the asshole who bought her. Leonardo does not lose sight of the man who with a smile of triumph speaks on the phone, you can tell he is excited to have found his daughter. He doesn't take his eyes off him, his blood boils as if he were on fire, the fire of that old man's wickedness is burning him, he can't stand it, he wants to strangle him and he lets his friends know through a text message, they tell him to keep calm that the time of that damned man is coming. He stops, but he is not satisfied, it hurts his soul to see that his wife is holding back the urge to cry and run away to flee from her own father.

Erwin quickly stopped. He still had no idea that David had killed his son Sonny. No one from the dozens of black-horned ships dared to move. After all, Erwin was the head of the Gatsby family now, and Sonny was just the son of the head. Thus, they would naturally obey the head’s orders. They would listen to Sonny’s orders only if Erwin were not around. Furthermore, they did not want to go against the people in the Octagon. However, the scene was only quiet for two to three seconds before a panicked voice came from Sonny’s black-horned ship.

My father, Don Matteo was standing by the door, by his side, an even taller man, who sported the same sort of neck tattoo that Leone had, and the sort of attitude that made it easy to know he was most probably Leone's father, even without the semblance. Leone laughed, and slowly, he put his gun away, then took a step back. "Don Matteo," he said, venom lacing his words. "We meet again." I blinked, taking in a sharp breath as my father slowly walked down to us. "We meet again, Don Leone." Leone never replied my father, and the taller man came between them. "You seem to already know Leone. He is all set to be announced as the official Godfather. He has also taken over all of Brave Hearts."

"And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?" I stayed quiet. Shaky breaths were coming out of me. A drop of sweat trickled down my spine. "Max McCommer," he said. And then slowly standing up, he turned to me. Icy electric blue eyes penetrated me with his expression unreadable. "Leonardo McCommer's son." Taking a step forward, he pushed his hands into his pockets. They fisted underneath the material. "Who is Leonardo McCommer to you, Sofia?" My heart thumped beneath my ribcage. My throat suddenly went dry.

Everyone thats anybody knows not to fuck with judge Aspen Ive become the number one judge in the state of new york and ive had so many job offer from differrent states. Ive taken down the cartel and few other mafia related situitaions since then The angels of death have been taking it easy and laying low and I haven’t been able to get anymore dirt on them. So i come planeted a seed to where I knew The leader Angelo Benardi would ask for my help and how I knew he would ask me is because my father of all people told him I was his son and that I could help him from his situition and tonight is the night i finally meet the son of bitch and begin to bring him and and his whole crew down.

We laughed and joked around a lot, but I wonder if that's all there is to our friendship. "Let me tell you something Allegra," he said with a serious tone. "Silvio Capone is the son of none other than the infamous Salvatore Capone, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit. And Enrico Ferrari is the son of the Outfit's underboss. These two are among the most wanted criminals in the United States. You ran away with them, and that's a risk you didn't need to take. They could have gotten you killed." I could feel my lower lip quiver as I tried to deny his words, "No, you're lying. Enrico and Silvio are just soldiers. They were treated terribly in the Outfit so they left. They ran away—"

My Godfather is really clever. "Who are you raising first?" asked Yuan. "The Heiress of Dreams." Godfather said seriously. Yuan was stunned by what he heard. "What? Are you kidding me?" seems to be running out of patience. "No. Does Dreams Clan and Surname ring a bell?" replied Ninong seriously. Yuan thought. "You mean, the one son of Miss Fate and Sir Unity?" he said. My heart trembled there.. He knows my parents. "Yes. They often purchase products from you, right? So I know you know him as a loyal customer of L&G..." my Godfathef added..

The screen was cracked, but the caller ID was glaringly bright. ​LEO (34 Missed Calls) ​I stared at the name, a fresh wave of nausea hitting me. I went to hit the red decline button, but before I could, Alexander’s large hand closed over mine, engulfing my fingers and the phone entirely. ​He didn't take the phone away. He just held my hand there, staring down at the glowing screen. ​A slow, terrifying, and utterly ruthless smirk touched the corner of the Godfather's mouth. ​"Don't decline it," Alexander whispered, his eyes flicking back up to mine, dark and full of wicked intent. "Let it ring. Let him sit in the quiet and realize he just lost you to me."