Michael Corleone Novels & Stories

By the time Yuri sat on the chair opposite him, Dominic had gained his confidence back. He was ready to take over and fulfill his duty as the Mafia lord and take the Montego empire to dizzying heights as his father would have wanted. And everything else would stay where it was, in the past. Except for one... "The Funeral..." Yuri started. once again cutting his trail of thought. "What about it, Yuri." He felt annoyed. "I was thinking we should add more men. whoever took Frank out might not be happy that you running the business," Yuri stated, calm as always. If he was aware of Dominic's sour mood, he did a good job of playing it cool.

Katniss A moment of silence hung in the air before Mr. Corleone finally spoke. “My driver will come to your apartment to pick you up. Be ready,” he said, his tone firm and commanding. I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me, and refused his offer. “No need, sir,” I replied, trying to sound polite but firm. “I’ll come to your house myself. It doesn’t feel right for you to go out of your way when I’m the one asking for your help. You don’t need to send a driver,” I added, hoping he’d agree.

They didn't know we owed each other nothing anymore. They dedicated all their attention to Sophia from the moment she appeared, believing that I was still an orphan who lost her Padre, didn't have a family, and had no one to rely on. Marco lifted his chin, prompting several bodyguards to dart forward and drag the Corleone brothers away. Matteo cursed aloud as he struggled wildly. "I don't believe that you're so ruthless, Elena! You must still have me in your heart! You're the prestigious successor of the Rossi family, Marco. Why are you stealing another man's woman? Elena is mine!"

I was Mia Corleone, the queen of this place. Silvio was by my side. He had taken off his bloodstained cloak and replaced it with the dapper suit that was worn only by the Don. "Mia, a report from Micosa has just been delivered." Silvio placed a photo of Micosa's most dangerous slum in front of me. Ernest was crouching next to a heap of garbage as a group of beggars was beating him up over a piece of bread that had just been stepped on. His hands were once used to play the piano and sign contracts, but were now covered in dirt.

They were just funneled to his little girlfriend. This was Vincent Corleone. The heir to the biggest family in New York. The man I'd loved for ten years. I took a breath. Then I pushed open the door. "Vincent." He whipped around, his face flashing from surprise to a kind of guilty calm. Marco faded into a corner. "Isabella. You're here." Vincent stood up. "I was just handling some family business…" "I know." I walked to his desk and dropped the report on it. "I came to give you some good news."

"He is my dog! How could you kiss a watchdog!!" I slowly wiped the moisture from my lips and took Marco's muscular arm, as if holding my entire world. "Let me reintroduce him." I looked at Lorenzo, the corner of my mouth hooking into a cruel smile. "Marco isn't just the Captain of the Guard. He is my fiancé." "Once I finish clearing out the last few rats in the family, I will be officially coronated by the Commission." "Not as a 'Mama' supporting her husband, but as the true ruler of the Corleone family—the Don."

Rude and let's not ever forget absolutely egotistical playboy. "Maria right?" Who was Maria? "No and who are you?" I questioned him even though I knew exactly who he was I wanted to get the words out of him. "I've been here for one week now have you not heard of me? Luciano Martini. Yes, yes I am the son of Emilio Martini, please hold your applause." Self centered cocky bitch. You starting to see that yet or no? For me, I'd saldy dealth with that plenty of times before that at this point I’m just far too used to and tired of seeing it. But to be honest if I was in his position I guess I could see why he’d brag endlessly about himself. I would too. His father is one of the most powerful busin

“It’s a lucrative piece of a larger puzzle. You should know by now that the Mafia makes the world go round. Influence by any means—money, blackmail, and force. Secrets are worth more than money, and the Ferrante are better at secrets than any other.” He wasn’t wrong there. “Any other what?” “Family. Organization.” “What other families are around?” I asked. It was me throwing out a lure, to see if he really didn’t know who I was. “Our number one enemy is Vitale.” I tried not to react to the name, especially when enemy was thrown in front of it. “I’ve heard that name before.” He nodded. “They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.”

Joe was quietly driving and Enzo was on the phone talking, in Italian, about some files that needed to be sent somewhere. Finally the car pulled up at the building entrance and Joe rushed out to open Mr. DeLuca’s door. She and Enzo opened their own but waited until Mr. DeLuca walked in front of them to enter the building. She was actually ready to run in the moment her foot touched the ground, but the second she took that first step, Enzo loudly cleared his throat next to her and gave her a withering look that she back tracked and waited. She felt like one of those characters in Korean dramas that followed the rich boss around in an entourage ready to leap at his command.

I said softly, making sure that Lia heard me, "I wish you and Lia all the happiness in the world, Luca." I intentionally placed heavy emphasis on the word "happiness" before I turned around, my gaze sweeping over each hypocritical face in the room before finally stopping at the man sitting at the head of the table. It was none other than Vittore Corleone, Luca's father and the Don of the Corleone Famiglia.