Michael Corleone Novels & Stories

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.

Don Antonio Bonasera was born in Venice, Italy. He worked for one of the most powerful Italian families; the Corleone’s. He had been their hitman, bodyguard and driver sworn to protect them in loyalty to his boss. He had a look that was primordial, striking and intimidating in his appearance: tall and broad shouldered, avuncular with a wide nose, blood-red eyes and a rough skin. He resembled the mugshots of killers in cold blood on crime TV documentaries. If one examined closely, the blood of his enemies were crusted deep in his fingernails.

"Who exactly are you people? Tell me. I need to know the answer!" The man was convinced that I had no way of escaping, which was why he did not mind revealing more information. "Have you heard of Vincent Corleone, baby? He's known as Don Corleone to the people of Socario. He's the Don who holds absolute power and has full control of this state." His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. There was a tinge of respect in his amused tone. "We initially bought you as a special present for him as congratulations for becoming the new Don. After all, who wouldn't like such a beautiful bride like you?"

area and slammed the chips onto the opposing table, “King of Hearts” “Five thousand dollars. King of Hearts wins!” The surrounding area went quiet for a moment. Several men in black suits cast cold looks in my direction. I lifted my gaze toward the private boxes on the second floor. Vincenzo was leaning against a leather couch, idly rotating a whiskey glass between his fingers. His eyes landed on me through the haze of smoke. His underboss, Michael, leaned closer and said with a teasing tone, “Don Corleone, looks like Ms. Rossi is teaming up with outsiders to bleed our territory.”

The Italian family Corleone, in turn, had a long history of philanthropy, facilitation of funds, in addition to facilitating the acquisition of government bids in auctions, to facilitate entry into works and businesses and ventures between investments and social projects, in the middle of abras and security and transport consortia in subway construction, miscellaneous transport and road maintenance. Mauro Corleone came to ask a favor at the negotiators' table, he demanded favors in exchange for favors. - You know the doctor gave me another week to live. – He said, without blinking when he saw each of them, in the midst of a coughing fit. In the midst of this, where they were negotiating with

Marco's expression froze. "Impossible!" Marco stood up abruptly, panic in his eyes, though his mouth remained stubborn. "Then there is a mole! But I checked everyone. Except for Elena, no one touched that ledger!" "Ledger?" The Ronaldo Don lit a cigar and mocked him. "So that little book is your ledger. A woman contacted me yesterday. She said she held the lifeline of the Corleone family and wanted fifty million dollars in cash. To show her sincerity, that woman gave me the intel on your arms deal."

Now, that sweetness belonged to someone else. I pushed the thought away, burying myself in the winery project paperwork. I’d pulled all-nighters for weeks to get this deal over the line, and of course, I was working late again that night. It was pitch black outside by the time I finally looked up. Zane was standing in the doorway. “Seraphina? You’re still working?” I looked up, my voice cold and distant. “Is there something you need, Don Corleone?” He seemed thrown by the formality, but after a brief pause, he walked in.

And this business had been able to build a stronghold within the city. George Nahart. He is the operator of this business, also known as the Kingpin in this district. George had been silently eyeing Marco Alfonso ever since the words that he has a well protected built-in vault in his basement has reached his ears. According to his informant, Marco Alfonso possesses the Russian artifact that Goerge Nahart’s target client was asking to present to him as a token of alliance.

he nodded before slowly munching on the cookies. I turned around to start making pasta. That woman is extremely cruel. I am not sure how Dominic will save himself and his child from her! But in all this, I have got a friend with a very pure heart.

“I knew there had to be something, I don't necessarily trust concierges What did you find?” “It’s about the concierge,” Finn began, handing me a folder. “Turns out, he was involved in some shady dealings in Italy a few years back. He was linked to a fraudulent acquisition that almost bankrupted a luxury hotel chain, he acted oblivious of a bad deal which affected the companies but he was found guilty, if he were to be normal, then he would be dry and probably in jail or in debts, but the charges were dropped, but only after a hefty settlement and some powerful strings being pulled to clear his name.”