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Godfather muttered. "I woke up one day to see she ran away with some of the clan's wealth and left a note behind. It was all just all a facade from her, it was all just a lie for a her to get to my wealth and once she had what she wanted, she left. So I did what I had to do, I ended her" Godfather said with a dark look on his face The gun fell off Aurelio's hand, making a thud sound of the ground as he looked at Godfather in shock.

Alexander had already cleaned everything up thoroughly, and Julian wasn’t stupid enough to get herself tangled in another mess. There was no possibility of me being incriminated unless— "Did anyone come by the house today?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. At that the maid looked everywhere but at me. Julian couldn’t have possibly betrayed Alexander, right? “Since I’m already being summoned you might as well tell me.” I pressed. “G-Godfather.” “What?” “The Godfather paid a visit earlier this morning.” The maid said hesitantly, “He was very angry.”

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

“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?”

After all, all these rich heirs and heiresses are very used to working independently, with a few exceptions like Benjamin and Jessica. Although that did not explain the Godfather’s unusual interest in what he did, Zen wanted to believe his backer wasn’t a merciless person. If anything, he thought they were rather kind, even if they had the strangest preference for some kind of romantic ship in this school full of blood-thirsty killers instead of horny teenagers.

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.

Federico Di Grazia; The Godfather had arranged a meeting at an exclusive golf club. Golf wasn’t exactly my game—I’d barely played—but on a bright, sunny day, surrounded by the city's wealthiest and most influential men discussing business and politics, I couldn't ask for a better setting.

As I always said, I wasn’t a fan of violence, so I don't read or watch violent movies. "Don’t lie to me, Lisa," he said, his disbelief evident. "I'm not lying to you, Alessio. I'm telling the truth," I said, hoping he wouldn’t question Isabella. Given his reaction, I knew the Godfather wasn’t someone to be trifled with. Come to think of it, he was the one who had turned Alessio into a monster. Was that why he denied being the boy in the picture? What had his life been like before becoming a mafia boss? I knew I shouldn't dwell on this since I didn’t care about him, but I couldn’t help myself.

"I know you have no idea about it, and I know he's like a paragon to you, but I want you to think well on why he did such. A person won't do such if there was no motive." I felt conflicted. Totally confused. "You... You think godfather is up to no good?" I asked wondering it myself. He shrugged. "As I said, I wanna spin your head. I advise you to start putting things in a book. You see him as a perfect man, but he can't be perfect all the time. Everyone has flaws." I gulped. This was becoming scary. He's beginning to change how I've been seeing things. "I'm hungry." He whined.

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo