Speak Softly Godfather Novels & Stories

I order with a bored tone turning off my phone before placing my feet on the table. "As I was saying before the childish interruption.. Salvatore continues speaking, staring daggers into my head when he saw me wriggle my toes at him. Wait! Did he just call me childish? I'm definitely not going to hear the end of this from Dad when we finally get home. "As the vipers and the most deadliest Mafia in the whole of America, we have to be strong! To never let out guard down. To stay strong! To avoid any distraction... ..." I internally groan. I've been hearing

Aaron said with sarcasm relaxing back on his seat, his eyes taunting. "Please close your eyes." Alexia requests, Aaron roll his eyes them did as she said. He close his eyes. "Father lord, we thank you for this food you've provided for us, we bless it in the name of Jesus." Alexia prays. Aaron rolls his eyes again on opening his eyes, "Finally, I can eat." He said. "You did not said amen." Alexia said her tone full of hostility. "Just let me eat, Alexia." Aaron replies, he mixed the pasta and stew, then takes a full spoon of it and eat.

“Don Delphini. Thank you for welcoming us.” He stood, slow but steady, and took my hand. His grip was strong, testing. “Marco De Luca. You carry yourself like your father once did. Let us see if you carry his mind as well.” We sat. Sofia slid into the chair beside me, posture smooth, a smile that looked natural but I knew was painted. She greeted them with ease, her voice warm, her tone respectful. The Don leaned back, studying me. “You spoke well at dinner last night. But words in the air are cheap. On paper, they cost. We have questions before we move.”

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ELEVEN: Carlo's POV: Dread pooled my stomach as I waited for his ‘proof’ I trust Gianpaolo with my life, he wasn't capable of such! Father signaled to his right hand man and the big guy pulled out a cassette player and got to work. I frowned. What was going on? Why did he need that? And then he pressed play. “Gianpaolo, my boy,” it was father's voice coming from the speakers. “How are things over there?”

Mufasa stopped walking too and soon it slowly turned its head toward the guards with glowing predatory eyes and without a need for warning both men faces drained of every life as they instantly went in their knees begging. “Maestro vi prego non fatelo. Ci distruggerà. Vi prego, signore vostro padre farà portare le nostre teste alle nostre famiglie su un piatto se direte una cosa simile” The men begged almost in tears as their bodies trembled visibly, one could even hear Diego’s voice shaking heavily from fear, this is all because they knew Mr Giovanni well. The Don rarely shouted or visibly show his anger but disappointing him carried consequences far worse than screaming and his Francesco s

This rigorous structure allows the organization to thrive and expand. The First Modern Godfather: Don Vito Cascio Ferro The first truly known and recognized godfather is Vito Cascio Ferro (1862-1943). A shrewd and ruthless man, he modernizes the mafia and imposes a systematic extortion called the pizzo: a form of tax that all merchants must pay under threat of sanctions. He liked to say that he "pecked" this money like a sparrow pecks its water in a puddle, hence the very term pizzo.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Oh... you don't speak Italian? I thought since you came in with Padrino... you must know Italian!" He said, not even flinching. "Padrino? Can't you be more specific?" I demanded, my brow furrowed in confusion. "I mean Boss. Godfather Luther! He is the boss!" he responded, rubbing his palms together, still licking his lips. Disgusting.

“Why did you shed it away?” "Godfather is British, and I was with him speaking in an English accent, so I picked it up." “That’s all?” “And I didn’t want the memories related to the accent.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. “I did speak in a Northern Irish accent when I was with Godfather because it reminded me of Mum and how my father wanted me to speak more like an Irish person. He was a snob about all his Irish lineage and what-the-fvck-ever.”

The Godfather's lips moved, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand the movement of his lips, and when I did, my face paled. “Let the Don learn that love is the quickest way to die.”