Michael Corleone Novels & Stories

All of the Curtis family's men who had been acting arrogantly were now kneeling on the ground with their hands over their heads and quivering. When the largest helicopter landed, a man in a black fur coat walked out. It was my father, the man who controlled the Corleone family of Segona, Don Andre Corleone.

“Thank you. I think red complements my skin tone.” He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. “I heard Luca went peacefully. The whole family of three is gone?” News traveled fast. In our world, there were no permanent secrets. “Accidents are everywhere,” I replied evenly. “Aren’t they?” Michael smiled again, but this time, there was admiration in his eyes. “It looks like the Corleone family has a queen at the helm now. If you ever need assistance, call me.” With that, he slipped a business card into my hand.

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!"

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

"Then I believe that I won't be finding you and your men here tomorrow when I come for a check. Your time in this resort is up Mr. Brussel thank you for staying with us." I raised a brow when he stood up from the couch and turn his back on me. Leaving me with a bitter feeling which has occupied my heart since a long time ago. The man just prove to be very arrogant and too sure of himself that there is no doubt he has worked with the mafia before. I wonder if his other half knows about his real whereabouts in Italy. When the door closed confirming that he is already outside the cottage house my hand grip on the glass of whiskey so hard that it burst into pieces.

“It will take me a few minutes, but I will make it happen for you.” “Good. And the rest stand ready to enter. We’re going to need all the back-up that we can get.” I said as I made my way back inside. Andy not far behind me. As I started to make my way towards Maddox, the Rivera Brothers stopped me in my tracks. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The famous Capone and his lap dog.” “William. Marcus.” My gaze darted between them, “Wish I could stay and chat, but I have business to attend to.”

“Oh, my cugino, I hope you will enjoy my small gift. You’re a family man now but I know deep inside, you’re still itching for that action.” Sol resisted widening his smirk before walking towards us and stopped in front of the man. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to look at the former don of the Di Angelo family. “Open your eyes and take a good fucking look, Dylan Ross.” I whispered in his ear. He winced at the pain my hand brought to his scalp. “You are in front of the man who owned the name you uttered. My cousin. My brother. The King of the Mafia.”

As they were speaking, the Don of the Corleone family, an elderly man with silver-white hair but a sharp, commanding presence, walked over holding a glass of wine. “Dante, it’s been a long time,” he said in a booming voice. His gaze then shifted to me, carrying a brief moment of appraisal before softening into a polite smile. “And this must be your wife. As expected, she’s a truly beautiful and outstanding lady.” “Don Corleone,” Dante replied with a slight nod, “allow me to introduce my wife, Lena. Lena, this is Don Corleone.”

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Miles, over Caleb who was still leaning against the column with blood trickling from his ear, and finally, over all the silent family members in the tribunal hall. His voice was hollow, as if from hell itself. "All of you, take a good look." "It was I who personally killed my only fiancée." "It was I who pushed the true Donna of the Corleone family onto the executioner's block." "I, Rocco Corleone, Don of this family," He paused. "hereby renounce my title and my power." "I leave the family, never to return." Not a soul in the tribunal hall dared to speak.

Elena was disheveled, lying in the arms of Leo—a mid-level capo from a rival family. "Honey, that bitch Vivian is finally gone," Elena said, her laughter sounding cheap as she clung to Leo’s neck. "Now the only one left in the Corleone house is that idiot Rocco." "I know Rocco has a massive stash in an offshore account. As soon as I get my hands on that cash, we’re ghosting him. If Vivian hadn't been breathing down my neck the whole time, I would’ve had it by now." "You sure he’ll still buy your act?" Leo asked.