Michael Corleone Novels & Stories

Stop fucking around bro and you seriously need to change your message system. "I know. How're things on the mystery O person, have you managed to find out who they are?" "I have." "Well, don't leave me in suspense. Bro, who is it?" "A guy named Orion Miller. He's kind of relative to the Millers. He works in Italy alongside Renzo Marino. He must've been there when Orlando and Daniel were there for their business meeting. He must've been watching their every move to get those photos. Something is very shady bro. Something bad is going to come down."

I've been a selfish bitch. " A girl?" " Maybe." Quill presses the key fob in his hand and a red car beeps. He opens the passenger's side door for me and I enter. He enters the driver's seat and drives out of the lot. " Do you know Romeo?" " How do you know Romeo?" Why does it seem like a surprise that I know Romeo. Why does everyone in the Mafia know Romeo? What's he, a secret drug dealer. Quill looks at me waiting for my reply.

Two rows of bodyguards in black rushed in, instantly seizing control of the room. Marco and his men froze. Over a dozen bulletproof luxury cars drove in, blocking the entrance completely. The doors opened, and several elderly men with canes stepped out. The crowd gasped. Old One-Eye of the Gambinos, the Butcher of Chicago, the Boss of the Lucchese family... they were all heavyweights of the underworld. On the lead Rolls-Royce was the lion crest of the Corleone family. Marco straightened his tie and even smoothed his hair.

He asked in confusion. “ My bad then,” he cleared his throat. “ Let me reintroduce myself then,” he said stretching out his hand to me. Didn't they say he didn't like getting touched or touching people? Whispers and mutters flew through the air, everyone was watching in anticipation even I who he was talking to was yet to understand a thing of what was going on. “ I'm Sebastian Corleone, CEO of MooBi entertainment. It's nice to finally meet you again,” what was with the emphasis on ‘ finally ’ and ‘ again ’. I didn't even know who he was talk more of meeting him again.

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

Maya said, her lower lips quivering as Micheal pulled her into a hug. Dashiell spoke up, looking directly at Aunt Maggie whose head was bowed, "Liam Corleone is not a good match for her. He beats and sexually assaults young ladies. He has also been to prison half his life for attempted murder. You must return the money in full," She gulped and slowly looked at him, "No." "Well, I don't recall giving you any option, Aunt Maggie. I always knew you had a talent for spending unnecessarily, but this is extreme. You must return the money,"

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

Apollo says looking at her. She just glared and then said, "Next time I won't be saying a shit at either one of your funerals the only thing I'm going to do is make sure you are dead," she glares at them while all our girls laughs at their faces. "Okay moving on, it turns out the man was the son of one of England's most riches but he stole billions from his father to become the biggest mafia boss in the world when his father found out he was already gone. Michael was traveling from country to country to recruit men under a false name, of course, that's how he found Hector." Aris told us as he sits down.

"Don Corleone isn't that kind of person. His feelings for you—" "Feelings?" I chuckled lightly. Then, I sent him the screenshots from Lina's feed. I continued, "See for yourself. Her contact name for him is 'Don Mio'. He gives her 50 thousand dollars as a monthly allowance, and he never misses a holiday transfer. He even stays overnight at her apartment instead of handling the so-called Brodlyn territory issue." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Marco eventually exhaled heavily. "I understand, Freya. What do you want to do? Do you need my help?"