Santino Sonny Corleone Novels & Stories

Her husband looked just as surprised as everyone else, but let out a chuckle and placed a kiss on her temple as she nibbled on the bread beside his soup. "Hello," She greeted the men at the table, everyone giving her awkward responses in return. "I know Marco, aren't the rest high ranked officials of your Mafia, Salvatore?" "Yeah," He nodded once he swallowed the soup. "Tazio is Uncle Romeo's son and my second-in-command." Salvatore pointed him out as he gave a wave of his hand. "Piero is Major's son, and one of my Capos, and so are Alberto and Russo, who are Uncle Vincent's and Gun's sons respectively. Fransisco is Hulk's son and my head of Staff and training. And you obviously know Marco w

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 staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

He stood respectfully a few feet away from his father and called "Father". Lucas Santino turned slowly to look at his soon. At age 55, Lucas Santino still looked quite agile for his age. His father was the current patriarch of the Santino family. The Santino family had been a mafia family for a long while now. Longer than the Minettis which was why they had a lot of pride. And they were irked when a relatively new family like the Minettis were able to go far to almost become on the same level as them. Although the two families had also had a dispute before.

He was very disappointed in me though. It was not my fault I mean who wouldn't fall for Maverick? All these Italian men are super hot. The fact they are mafias makes them even better and hotter. Santiago started the car and I kept staring at him. I never expected his dick to be that huge. I wasn't surprised when he kissed me. I always knew a day like this would come, and I have always been expecting it. I think it took long enough. Santos is a very fine-ass young man, who is always very smart and brave. He came from a poor background but he has somehow made a name for himself among Don's. Don Michael likes Santos a lot, and he tells him not to work for any other Don, only him. He single-hand

The bombing had been a warning; the next strike would be precise. Far from the mourning crowds, in a fortified villa on the outskirts of Trapani, Vito Scaletta knelt before Don Mimmo Corleone in the dimly lit study. The old man sat behind a heavy oak desk, his fingers steepled, his eyes sharp despite the weight of years. Flanking Vito was Niccolò Rizzuto, the Canadian godfather whose presence now carried the weight of alliance. Rizzuto had arrived two days earlier, slipping into Sicily under the cover of night, his influence bridging the Atlantic clans. He stood silently, a cigar smoldering between his lips, observing the ritual of respect.

Months later, in her hospital, she gave birth to a baby boy. The first cry sliced through the room, small and fierce. Dante held his son with shaking hands. The baby was warm and impossibly light in his arms. His tiny fingers curled instinctively around Dante’s thumb. Dante laughed through tears he didn’t bother hiding. He pressed his forehead to the baby’s. “You carry my father’s name,” he whispered. Don Salvatore De Santis junior. In that moment, surrounded by his wife and son, the noise of his empire faded into nothing. There was only the steady sound of Sophia breathing and the fragile heartbeat against his palm.

The wind sweeping through New Catella in early March still carried the biting cold from the Alantico Ocean. My surgery had just ended. My phone started ringing when I stepped out of the hospital. Antonio Corleone's voice echoed from the receiver. He didn't ask about my condition. Instead, he immediately started interrogating me. "Where the hell are you, Elena Zanelli? Do you think that you can shirk your responsibilities by pulling a disappearing act? Come back right now and apologize to Sophia."

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”