Novel & Cerita Speak Softly Godfather

How arrogant. “Stai zitta! Sofia (Quiet! Sofia!),” It was a deep, husky voice that snapped velvet blondie. Everyone stopped chewing and using their hands. They looked at the old man—that I considered Luciano’s father. Suddenly, I heard a heavy breath beside me, I turned around to find Luciano painted in furious red, it was like smoke would emit out of his ears. Maybe, blondie triggered something in him that I wished to know but cursed my existence for not speaking Italian.

My throat went dry with the kind of thirst water refuses to cure. Back in the car, doors shut, engine idling quiet, we fed the cassette to the old machine. It whirred like a small animal trying to stand too tall. Hiss bloomed. Then a voice, male, aged by cigarettes and guilt. “Padre Luca,” the voice said in Italian salted with Palermo. “Confession is a small door. I need a wide one. Forgive me for not coming to your box. This is me coming to you sideways.”

“I have to behave like a good mother who loves her son, I can’t let Max ruin everything that I’ve been building for years with his spoiled behavior.” I stood up and moved closer to where he was sitter—Godfather, Max’s little hand folded into mine. I bowed softly, showing some respect to the Godfather. The very man Lorenzo took after, the oldest drug dealer in the mafia world, who kills without mercy. He smiled softly. His hands opened wide, calling for Max to hug him. Instead of Max running into his embrace, he hid behind my back in fear. “That man seems like an evil man,” Max whispered, but everyone in the room heard him so well.

Man, this is getting old. "So, who is the crazy guy? I know his name is Rico, and he works for the godfather. You guys actually have a godfather? And here I am thinking Al Capone is the godfather, but he only lives in your pants. Why are you visiting the godfather so much? It seems like Rico is worried about it. I hope you are not planning to become the godfather. I am not going to go close to you if you are the godfather. You will end up like Al Capone. I don't want to go to jail with you. Oh no, sir. I don't want anything to do with you if you are the godfather," I say as soon as we get into the car. Dante looks at me for a while. He looks like he did not even hear what I was saying.

After all, the weapon that killed me in my last life had not been that knife. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on my thighs. Then, I heard the lock turn. My heart slammed violently against my chest, but my face maintained the shy composure expected of a bride. “My bride.” The Godfather stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” “No,” I replied, standing up and forcing myself to look obedient. He walked toward me, his movements slow and elegant. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

My footsteps carried me into the heart of the room, and there they stood—figures of consequence and power. My gaze found Mr. Luca Domenico, the capo de capi of the Cosa Nostra. His eyes glinted with a cheeky smirk, a gesture that betrayed a sense of amusement at the unfolding events. Father's advice echoed in my mind, an exhortation to maintain a façade of corporate grace. Despite my best efforts, however, my lips struggled to comply.

Matteo growled at Dimitri, raising his gun higher ready to pull the trigger but Dimitri chuckled. { Don't you even think about it... Put the fucking gun down!!} “Santi porta Sofia dal cazzo fuori di qui... ORA!!” Matteo shouted to Santi but he didn't break his focus on his target. { Santi get Sofia the fuck out of here... NOW!!} As soon as Santi and I turned around to leave, someone pulled the trigger... “Merda... non avresti dovuto dirlo... vabbè” { Shit... You shouldn't have said that... Oh well”}

Me, the godfathers, and Axell. He carried the microphone, and immediately he spoke everywhere went silent. “Today a new Corleone and a new head are born. Don Silva will no longer be addressed as a Don, but a Corleone for the Tattaglia family” There was applause all around the room, but there was a smirk on Paolo’s face. He must be in shock.

I swiftly stowed my phone away in my bag and navigated the streets with utmost care. My heart raced in my chest, its frantic beats demanding my attention. Placing a hand on my pounding chest, I tried to decipher its cryptic message. "Lucas Gambino!" His name echoed in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. The fear of encountering him again loomed in my mind, even the darkness seemed to carry his presence. I scanned my surroundings, searching for any hidden cameras. Lucas Gambino was capable of anything. As the Mafia Lord, he had an endless web of connections that could spell danger.

“Let him live. I..I did it. I did it. I killed Enrico and Rosa. I asked Bert to help me get rid of them. I…was blinded by rage. I got stupid and had no idea what I was doing. I plead guilty, Padrino! I plead guilty. Please. Forgive us, Padrino. Forgive him. We’ll forever be in your debt. Forever. You have my word on it." [Godfather] "Your word has no worth, Sofia," the guy said calmly, gazing down at her with enough intensity to make Sofia scramble backwards. "Not anymore." The man turned around, and walked past the bleeding man on the floor. Barely sparing him a glance. Barely flinching at the gut-wrenching stench of blood and the gory sight. His footsteps echoed throughout the old and holl