Santino Sonny Corleone Novels & Stories

"And now, it belongs to the future Mrs. Vincent Luciano." Gianna’s gasp was a masterpiece of melodrama. She instantly clutched at Santino’s arm, her fear manufactured and perfect. "V-Vincent Luciano? Il Macellaio di Brooklyn? The Butcher of Brooklyn? The head of the Syndicate!" Marco slammed his scotch down on a nearby glass table with a sharp, decisive clink. His face became a mask of profound disbelief and mounting, terrifying rage.

“May I help you, sir?” “My name is Antonio Russo, Mr. Fontane. You’ve met my son and grandson, I believe. May I come in?” I waited respectfully for his response while he checked out the men behind me with curiosity. I can imagine how they look to him or anyone who’s ever seen a badly written mafioso movie. Thugs all of them, but my sons won’t let me leave the house without them; even here, so many miles away from where I lived that life and did my business.

In the final moment, I saw him reach out into the air, trying to grab hold of something, only to catch the sea breeze. Then, my world turned completely white. It was like snow, light, or eternal stillness. Three years later, Caitlin became the first Donna of the Corleone family. She reformed the family’s operations, shifting most of them into legitimate businesses, and restored limited cooperation with the Marino family. That was after my father’s death when Arthur took over as Don. Ron never returned to Sicily. Some said they saw him in Morocco. Others claimed Argentina. Some said he was dead and washed up on some nameless shore.

Hearing this, I trusted my Uncle. He knew I would find the truth when I walked into that room alone. "I've never been in there but I know problems get solved whenever he went in there. Don Santino controlled the various resources of the world from the room as an anonymous character who is only known by those with deep roots in the mafia continental. On the outside, many know him as the drug dealer who produces the best of rare narcotics in the world. I can't tell you everything but say, you'll find out about more as time flies. You might need to make the same decision "

(Yes Boss) Axel stopped in front of the man which is looking sharp and very neat in his usual dark shirt and jeans. So his name is Santi, I was not able to introduced myself to him when he used to drive for me the other day. He slightly bow down his head in front of me and headed to the door of the house. I wonder what he's asking him to do.

his whisky he got to his feet. ‘I’ll be in my room with Juliette, only disturb me if it is a life or death situation.’ He ordered Angelo and Timo then headed up the stairs unaware of the smirks on their faces they knew exactly what their Boss would be up to and the little minx had no one to blame but herself. He opened the door to the bedroom silently and stood just inside watching her, she was standing by the window brushing her stunning red/gold curls still damp from her shower. Her wrists were bandaged and she had some bruising but as far as he could see she had got away lightly from Marcello, he

Antonio leaned in, and spoke with a deep sigh. "I'll ask you one last time.” Antonio said as he reloaded his gun. “How did the De Santis know about our operation?" Santos erupted into laughter, his blood-stained teeth glinting. "They're coming for you." Antonio cocked his gun. "See you in hell." He shot Santos in his head. Donatello stumbled towards Antonio, clutching his injured leg. "What...what just happened?" he stammered. Antonio holstered his gun, his eyes blazing with anger.

I whisper after a minute of silent. "Hmmm?" He whisper. I took a deep breath and close my eyes. I don't know if I should ask him this. He already explain to me the things that he have been hiding. He told me that he's Saint Vicenzo Calderone Santorini, the future capo of Cosa Il Sovrano a mafia organization created long time ago by Santorini's ancestors. Their organization is bigger than what I imagined. They were dangerous than what I thought.

I listened intently, my mind racing as Mikey revealed the extent of Santino's plans. "For twenty damn years, he dug his claws into everyone—the Costellos, the Capones, the Russos, the Bonannos, the Colombos, you name it. He gathered enough dirt on every last one of them to sink their sorry asses. And when he finally had all the ammo he needed, he up and left, leaving the Russos scratching their heads and powerless to do a damn thing about it. Because he knew every dirty little secret they had, and he wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage." When I remained silent, he pressed on.

"I have 12 years of their criminal evidence: money laundering routes, lists of bribed politicians, murder records, drug ledgers, all of it. Enough to put Don Lucchese and his two sons in prison for life." "Your terms?" "Marry me. Give me a new identity, and make me part of your family. Protect me and help me get my revenge." My voice was so calm it surprised even me. "Do you know who I am?" I admitted, saying, "No. But my father said you'd help me. He said you owed him your life." The man laughed. The sound was low and carried a dangerous magnetism. He replied, "I'm Eugene Corleone, the current Don of the Corleone family, and the Lucchese family's mortal enemy."