Novel & Cerita Santino Sonny Corleone

The lead soldato tapped their car window impatiently with the gun in his hand. Vittorio got out of the car, trying to put on the airs of a future father-in-law. "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Vincenzo Corleone's father-in-law! The Don of the Rossi family! You'd better go announce my arrival immediately! If something happens because of you, you won't be able to afford the consequences when Vincenzo hears about it!" He had expected the soldato to show some deference at the mention of the Rossi family and Vincenzo. Instead, the soldato just scoffed, giving Vittorio a condescending once-over.

It rang for a while before it was picked. “Conti,” the Capo’s voice boomed throughout the room, and I realized he was on speaker. “You better be calling me with good news. Have you recovered the shipment?” “Capo, no, not as of yet, but I got better news,” my father answered. “That ship is worth millions, Conti! What could be better news?” “I got my son here,” he said and paused. “So? How is that my business?” “Alessandro was able to track down Fabio Rositto,” he said, his voice dripping pride.

As they reached the doorway, Mr Vance leaned closer and murmured, “He needs a mother, Mrs Montrel. Not another caretaker.” Then he left, closing the door softly behind him. The silence that followed was awkward and delicate. Leo fidgeted with a toy car, pretending not to look at me. I stood frozen, shocked that Damien Montrel, the feared mafia boss, had a son no one had ever heard about. I forced myself to move. Crouching down, I tried not to seem too forward. “Hey there,” I said gently. “You’ve got quite the collection of toys.” He didn’t answer. His little lips pressed together in a pout.

He read in a businesslike tone, "Vito Rossi. During his time as pier supervisor, embezzled eight million euros from the family, secretly colluded with the Matteo family, sold out smuggling routes. Evidence is solid." Isabella collapsed on the ground, unable to even beg for mercy. Lorenzo didn't even acknowledge these clowns. He turned around, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pressed a deep kiss to my forehead. His voice rang out across the pier. "She is my beloved, the lady of this family. From today on, anyone who disrespects her is my enemy. Lorenzo de Santis's enemy. Are we clear?" "Yes, Don! Yes, ma'am!" Amid the massive shouts, Lorenzo held me close and walked toward the Lincoln.

"Dante! Hell of a fight!" I turn and see Santino Romano heading toward me. He's one of the old guard, runs territory in the north. I need his vote. "Santino." I shake his hand, firm but not crushing. "Good to see you." "Likewise, likewise. That knockout in the third? Beautiful. Clean. Efficient. This is what we need in a Pakhan—someone who knows how to end things quickly." I smile because that's what he wants to see. "I appreciate that. Your support would mean a lot."

“How dare you…” “I honestly would like to embarrass you more, but unfortunately, I don't have the time to deal with vermin,” I said. “V-Vermin?!” She stuttered in disbelief, while Jose laughed. Even Luciano held back his urge to laugh. “Exactly.” I responded and turned to Marcello. “We're here for more important matters. Matters about a man named Antonio Santini, your brother.” The silence that followed was heavy and tense. Marcello's eyes narrowed into slits, and he stomped his cane on the floor loudly.

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face like it was a happy memory and my chewing seized as I looked at Octavious who had just admitted to me that he killed someone, "I didn't think twice and didn't hesitate. I felt absolutely nothing as I pointed the gun to Billy's head and shot him twice." He shrugged casually, easily lifting the spoon to my mouth but I couldn't part my lips, frozen and shaken to the core at his confession. He didn't react, but I knew the fear was evident on my face, "anyways, the bottom of the story is, we took over the gang and we ended up killing a lot of people. I was thirsty for blood while your father got cold feet and wanted to back out. If you remember, my little star

"Take another step, and you'll soon see blood." Anthony stopped in his tracks right away. "Don't hurt her! I'll give you anything you want! You can have money or even power. Just let go of her!" "Money? Power?" Jolene sounded like she had just heard a joke. "A nobody like you can't give me anything like that." The look in her eyes turned cold as she pointed at the snowy ground in front of her. "I want you to kneel in front of me!" Anthony was taken aback. "Is this really what you want? I'm warning you, my men are on their way here." Anthony was the eldest son of the Corleone family and the Capo of the Hoover District. He would only kneel to the Don and God.

Masson nodded in agreement, displaying his confidence, and began observing the Corleone and Moretti families seated before him, his eyes narrowed. [Corleone Family] Benjamin Corleone, the aging patriarch of the Corleone family, exuded an air of authority and power. Dressed in a shawl lapel suit, he had a black-and-white beard and a piercing dark brown gaze. Luca "The Snake," Benjamin's trusted lieutenant, was known for his cunning and ruthlessness. Sophia Corleone, Benjamin's daughter, was a femme fatale with a taste for danger. She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry.

Seb and I went straight to my study. The Italian people called him Signore Gerardo. My men called him Padrino Gerardo, meaning The Godfather Gerardo. And ever since I was seventeen, I called him Papa. Gerardo Sanguin sat on the swiveling chair behind my desk in my study watching the wall sized flat screen TV across from him. It showed five different places in the world — one in New York, one in London, one in California and one in Las Vegas. Our shooters were in place for all the heads of The Biancis—the mafia family I had to get rid of. The first one we witnessed was of Vincenzo Biancis', eldest son, who was attending a birthday party in California. People around him shouted when they sa