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You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

Linden warned me. The line between her brows deepened as she turned to me. “That guy who called Gabe?” “Trust me. It makes her feel better to know the truth. It sets her free. That’s what happened to me when I got to know the truth. And I picked up quickly.” I faced Willa again. “Yeah. A future grand mafia don. He is groomed to take over the family business in Russia.” “A mafia? Like—” “The Godfather. I like that movie.” Lynx crossed his arms over his chest. “The Irishman. Damn, De Niro is a god. John Wick is dope.”

The woman says in her stern voice that didn’t faze Rielle anymore, When she was younger her grandma had been one of the toughest person to live with, The woman was as difficult as the word. Rielle cut the call and walked over to the cabinet where she brought out the old book that had been with her ever since she turned fifteen, That book changed her entire existence and life, It drew her in the most explicable way ever, Her grandmother had given her the book, telling her it was her parents but the content of the book was something that drew her into the life of crime. Her mom had written their lives and crime escapade line by line in the book, Her dad was the right hand man of the mafia don

“Is how I live.” I nod kind of understanding where she is coming from. The mafia is rooted deep in tradition and traditionally women are tools. “So do you like the book?” I decided to ask and she relaxes and nods. “They exaggerate and romanticise the mafia men but I kind of like it.” We pause for a while and then she speaks up almost hesitantly.

“Those weren’t rumors. They are. My father is Manfred Russo, he’s the Godfather of Sicily and the whole of Italy. But when it comes right down to it, he runs most of the country, it’s just done behind the scenes. Governments and by extension law enforcement are very corrupt. He gives them a little on the side and they turn a blind eye. Ashton’s family is in Colombia, his padre is Salvatore Rossini.” “Cartel,” he said before I could say it myself. “I know the name, Salvatore Rossini. Ironically enough one of the papers I wrote as an undergrad was on the drug trade in South America. Salvatore Rossini was one of the people I highlighted in that paper. I can’t believe I didn’t make the connectio

What the hell was i thinking fucking my godfather. But how was this supposed to make sense to me? To anyone even? My godfather gave me the best sex of my life. I doubted if I’ve ever moaned that load in my entire years of life. I didn’t know I could be pleased in the way I was last night. How was he that good? But I let him, I let him fuck me real good and I knew I was supposed to feel guilty but there was no guilt in my heart. It felt good and I wasn’t able to dispute it.

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.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “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 Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

"You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather." His fingers began to tighten slowly. I couldn't breathe. "The Godfather went to Mexico to negotiate an arms deal, and you dare spin a lie like this? I need to teach you again what respect means." He sneered, looking at me sideways. I struggled desperately. "Let… go…" Just as I was about to suffocate, a hand suddenly clamped down around Marco's wrist. It was Lorenzo DeAngelis, the Godfather's Consigliere. He was the family's chief legal counsel and most important subordinate.