Speak Softly Godfather Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard, forcing my heart to go back to its right place. "Ricardo, my son. Come and introduce me to your vero amore." Taking a deep breath I moved when Gareth pulled me toward them. I knew it was stupid of me to stare, but I couldn’t help it. He looked nothing like Marlon Brando in the GodFather. Gareth’s GodFather was skinny and very old, reminding me more of Batman’s Alfred than a killer mafia leader. "Papa. This is Ivyrose Foxworth, my one true love. Rosie, this is Don Gerardo Sanguin, my saviour.”

Danger hung with a palpable reverence in the air. Alessandro cocked his gun and aimed it straight at the Godfather, his teeth gnashing and his jaw trembling as he watched Louisa pale in his hold. “Let the woman go,” he warned. “Try harder, Alessandro,” the Godfather smirked. “How many more cargoes do you need?” His brows pulled tighter just as his hold on the metal tightened. “Cargoes?” He cackled. “Thanks to your suka, I got that.” The corner of his lips pulled up into a grin as he screwed the gun’s barrel deeper into Louisa’s sides.

This was beyond betrayal. Even though my whole mind and six senses were clouded with emotions, I could hear one sharp footsteps trying to catch up with me. I don't need to turn to learn whose footsteps that was. I had masterminded my godfather's majestic footsteps and could recognize it even if I was half drunk and unconscious. I recognized it, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. "Wait, little Alexa!" he called after me. I gritted my teeth and continued moving faster. "Little Alexa," I mimicked his deep baritone voice.

Sofia sincerely loved me and I did too. "I never said she was a spy" Sonia was silent for a moment and then continued, "I had a thought over the night. The Di Marco and the McCain are sworn enemies... There's no way Sofia would have lived friendly with us knowing I murdered her father and the McCain invaded the syndicate to wreck crises. Even if Don Santino was the monster, the father-daughter bond is still there. What if Sofia had no idea of who she was? She was a nobody in California from what you told me "

He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he could have his head for it. "I'm… I'm sorry," Bruno quickly apologized. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I was too soft on you," Connor sighed. "Wait! Is the boss suddenly growing weak?" Hans chuckled. Connor threw a pillow at him but the big man caught it effortlessly, laughing his butt off as he saw the look on Connor's face. "I don't think I'll say he's weak… just soft," Orlando smiled.

At least that is one of the nicest things she has ever said to me. I pressed my ear to the door. “ Welcome Mr Gambino, please take a seat.” Papa's tone was timid. That was the nicest thing I had ever heard papa say. He is either shouting,or shattering glasses. “ Save the greetings Robert “ papa hated it when they called him Robert. I heard them speaking Italian. Being the American Mafia, Papa had to learn multiple languages, Italian being one of them. I felt something hard tug my ear “ you stupid child” Stella, my stepmom shouted. You are going to be punished today “ ple…ase n..o” I stuttered

he ordered. I shakily opened my mouth. He checked my teeth like he was inspecting livestock at a market. "Not bad," he grunted, satisfied. "She really does look like the woman in the portrait in the Don's study." He was talking about my mother. I took a deep breath and whispered the code my father had taught me. "Sotto la rosa." Under the rose—the secret password between members of the Family.