Santino Sonny Corleone Novels & Stories

“Santagato’s son is a piece of shit who murdered a prostitute in cold blood several years back. NYPD couldn’t pin it on him and her father, who was a detective at the time, took early retirement. He had a breakdown in which he pistol-whipped Marcus Santagato in an interview and developed a drinking problem.” None of this means anything to me so I just sit staring and nod at him. Acting like I give a shit about any of these men when I really don’t. I only care about the ones I know who went with him and how many Carrero security never came back. Some of those men I knew.

I asked again, feeling very uncomfortable and impatient. "Oh, why don't I start with a proper introduction first?" He said. "My name is Juan Calaveros, son of Santiago Calaveros and the right hand man to the leader of this mafia group." My lips literally parted in shock, as I took in the information. Santiago Calaveros was dead, and he used to be the leader. I never knew he had a son, and isn't his son supposed to be the new leader? Why is he referring to himself as the "right hand", and to whom?

The caller ID tells me it's Frankie and I pinch the bridge of my nose because I have a feeling he’s calling with bad news. Classic fucking Frankie. “I’m on my way,” I say, and don’t even wait for him to answer before I put the phone down again. But when I open the front door to walk to the armored Bentayga, I wish I fucking listened to him. On my doorstep is Vito, along with the three Camorra heads: Sal ‘Snake-Eyes’ Bianchi, Aldo ‘Fats’ Colombo, and Vinny ‘The Sandman’ Ricci. Older generation scumbags with shitty nicknames and too much fucking power if you ask me.

“What fish do we have to fry Carlos?” “The one and only, notorious Mafia Don in Orthus. Don Russo.” Master Carlos said with a hint of glitter in his eyes. Kara sighed because she knew that planning the perfect plan will be hell and might take weeks because they will be going up against an entire Mafia, “Since were done I’ll be off.” Kara said and left Carlos in the room with his words and thoughts.

He was the legendary Leonardo Salvatore, son of Anthony, the devil’s prototype and the Scar faced warrior, he was the leader of this powerful Mafia family, and he wouldn’t let anyone take what belongs to him; not his girl, not his city! To be continued!!

Vincenzo had just turned 18 when I first met him. He was the youngest son of the Corleone famiglia, often overlooked and even ostracized by his uncles. The former Don Corleone wanted Vincenzo to marry the daughter of another Illyian mafia famiglia to strengthen their alliances. But he rebelled and ran away from the famiglia to come to Nowork. There, he found me, someone who had already made a name for herself in the underworld then.

"Simone is the king of the Brinstone docks. He runs every container, every vessel, and every dockworker from West Brinstone to Jeriwood Port." I was floored. I just stared at them with my mouth agape, unable to get a single word out. It was then that Cristiano Barbieri—my 46th father with the scarred face—spoke up with an aggrieved expression. "Don Corleone feared power would cloud your judgment, so he had us act like we were broke. He always said that a Sicerian needs to be tempered in the bitterness of life to develop a backbone."

"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?"

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

The sunlight fell upon his golden hair, casting a soft glow. He looked at me so earnestly, waiting for my answer. I opened my mouth to speak. But before I could say anything, my phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number from Porthaven. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately answered. "Ms. Valentino, this is Antonio, Don Corleone's Underboss. Something has happened to Don Corleone."