Michael Corleone Novels & Stories

The principal looked at the cold man seated on the couch before him. “Hahahahah. Whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, no one knows it better than you do, Mr. Claude Johnson aka the ex-mafia leader from the most heinous gang The black Rose.” In his voice was a clear enmity and hatred which he spitted out along with each words. “If you expect me to have a marital relation with your granddaughter I am sorry I can’t comply even if you were a respected senior and else for me.” Michael made his stand clear.

According to him the previous Mafia Prince had been stupid to set up the organization in a big city, right under the noses of the authorities. Some believe that you can't see what is right in front of you. In this case, however, it proved to be false. You can see something if you're looking for it. "Michael Kors? No that's too expensive." Nora answered in confusion, not getting a grasp of what he was really talking about. Mateo pondered her answer for a moment, realizing that she might not be a spy from the Mafia King after all. He wouldn't have been surprised if she was since the King likes to keep a check on everyone and everything that goes under his enterprise.

His eyes looked afraid with his face turning pale. His eyes are searching for an escape path but this time he won’t find anything. The kid looks homeless and it breaks my heart seeing how skinny he is. “Let’s go, Angelo. Hailey,” I whispered still panting. I turn my back and walk away. Angelo’s grip on my arm made me halt. “He is a thief,” he said. I didn’t care and just let the kid run as fast as he could. It’s Angelo who went chasing even the kid can’t see him.

And if I use my brain right I am sure he won't find me. I still can't believe I saved the Mafia king's life. I also found out that man's name. He is a white-collar businessman, really famous, Arcangelo Romano. He is one of the richest men in Italy. He had the face of an angel. Very handsome. Gorgeous even.

He admonished me. "You sound like an expert. How many high school sweethearts have you left at the altar?" I asked him. "That information is classified soldier," He jokingly answered. Disclaimer, Jackson Corleone was a serial runaway groom. That was one of the reasons he preferred to live on a yacht. It was so that he could sail away whenever the 'crazy exes' showed up. Pitiful. My phone buzzed and I checked it out. I frowned as I saw a notification from the map application.

Duante wasn't dead. "Child, it's part of the mafia life." His voice was calm, there's no fear in his eyes. "It's fucking bullshit." Tom growled. "I agree with Thomas, Antonio." Cristiano said to uncle. "Mrs Rego is pregnant. We're all loyal to Mr Duante Rego and tied in a contract. We've sworn to protect Mrs Rego and her unborn child. He would be the heir. We know how to do our job. You don't need to worry about anything." His jaw clenched as he glanced at us.

I stepped closer, not into his space, but close enough that he could feel the supremacy I exuded. “You know who I am. You know what my family holds in Italy. You know how quickly respect turns into obedience when we decide it should.” Leonardo swallowed, clearly bothered by the turn of events. It was funny how he made me come here with my men, in hopes of having a reasonable conversation with his boss. But instead... “This is New York.” Salvatore exhaled sharply. “And yet, you’re the one asking me to slow down.” “You didn’t come here to coexist.”

"Well, that was because you asked diligently.. Not everyone believes that Michael is the one behind your misfortunes, maybe not all but most, but I do, because I know he has always been jealous of you.. Always!" He said and I grabbed a glass of Tequila shot.. Handed one to Theo and one to myself. We really needed it. "When I spoke to him earlier at Corleone's house in the meeting.. You should have seen his face, he almost peed on himself.. He was stammering and looked extremely scared.. I know he has a hand in all that you are going through Maverick, and I am right behind you, okay?" "We will take our leave now, Corleone, I don't want to bother you anymore.. It is getting quite late, I appre

Elizabeth grumbled with palpable disdain. "Fret not, my dear. There's a gathering scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and all the heads of the mafia will be in attendance. The Romano family holds the most power at present, and Lucas wouldn't dare miss the meeting. He must be there to prove that he can lead the entire underworld and uphold the legacy of his father. That will be our chance to strike at him." Wilson declared with a cunning smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he plotted the execution of his plan, ensuring that no one or nothing would impede its success.

It was enough to feed three families, yet one man sat alone at the corner of the table, devouring everything that he could lay his hands on. The chewing sound he made with his mouth as he ate could be heard from the other end of the table, and it was a long table. “Orego”, Vincenzo called as soon as we stepped in. The man stopped eating and looked up. I couldn't see him because of how far we were from where he stood, but I could make out his figure as he stood up. He pushed the chair and it scraped on the floor noisily. “Alpha Vincenzo!”, he said cheerfully.