Godfather Sonny Novels & Stories

No, no, no— let this not be how they know each other. Before I could finally run, Luca turned to where I stood, and motioned me over with a bright smile. “Babe!” he called. “Come here. I want you to meet my father.” He was the Sebastian Rossi? Luca’s father? The world blurred and I felt my heart drop straight into my stomach and die there.

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

Sonny said, while racking up the balls. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your father didn't know—considering he has mentioned that he isn't into that type of business either. Maybe I should give him a call to explain myself," Nic said, leaning against the pool table. He knew he had just stuck the knife in and broken it off. He was certain that Paul Marcone had no idea that his fuck-up of a son was about to start dealing drugs. Paul was just as against the stuff as Nic was.

Life is made easy, we just get our contract afterwa rds without having to fight. Well, I looked up the governor's Godfather's son's name and his name is Mike Lewis.

Their leering eyes locked on me. I shouted, "Giordano, we've been married for seven years! When I met you, you were just a poor waiter at a restaurant. I recommended you join Cyclone, the top mafia family in Costa Solara. "I even helped you recruit men, run the business, and manage the accounts. I've never wronged you, and this is how you repay me?" I turned to Fabiano. "Tell me, what did I ever do to deserve you calling someone else your mother?"

He hung up before Hailey could say anything, and he sent her the photo. Who would specifically go to Gary’s to buy her portraits? Was it Christian Ford? Impossible! Christian didn’t know Gary, and he didn’t know that Hailey knew him. It was even more unlikely that Christian knew Gary had portraits of her. The more Hailey thought about it, the more puzzled she was. She touched the photo to inspect it. Unexpectedly, the man in question turned out to be Sonny. “Why would Sonny want to buy my portraits?” Hailey thought about herself.

“You’re right, Mom. I do need to take a long, hard look at myself. So do you.” My mother scoffed. “What exactly have I done wrong?” “Come on out, little brother.” The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing a man to walk forward. The moment my father saw him, his lips began to tremble. He could not say a word. “Dad, you recognize him, don’t you?” I asked with a smile. The man was perfectly at ease. He stepped right up and said, “Hi, Dad. Hello, madam.” So, when did I first discover that my father had an illegitimate son?

She only kept shaking her head and crying. "Tom, Jane." Grandpa had been silent all this time. He suddenly spoke up. He leaned on his cane while he walked out of his room. "You made your choices. Now face the consequences. Evan is not wrong." "Dad!" My parents both looked at him in shock. "I told you long ago not to play favorites. Don't chase recognition and forget your own roots." He walked to my side and patted my shoulder. "Evan, I support you." He then turned coldly to Serena and Logan's family. "Our family has supported you for twenty years. That's more than enough. Take that 600 grand and live your life. From now on, leave my son's family alone."

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Victor stopped suddenly, spinning Ethan around to face him. "We're here," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Ethan's eyes scanned the surrounding area, but all he saw was trees. Where were they? And then, he heard a voice. Low, smooth, and menacing. "Welcome, Ethan," it said. "I've been waiting for you." Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the speaker. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall, imposing, and ruthless. It was James Parker, Sophia's father.