Novel & Cerita Speak Softly Godfather

he said softly, making me smile. I didn’t say a word. I just stayed there with him, and we pulled the blanket over ourselves. Resting my head on his chest, I looked up at his face. He looked much calmer now, not as weak as before. I couldn’t help but touch his cheek, then his nose, and even his lips. “My godfather is so handsome,” I murmured. “Tsk. Godfather again? I told you I don’t like being called that,” he replied, surprising me. I just smiled. Even his voice sounded better.

He continues. "When you're in this room, you should always be on your knees, never be on your feet when I enter the room and you don’t speak unless I ask you to, the only sounds I want to hear from you are when you moan out my name and if you do speak, you will address me as Sir or Godfather,” he smirked... "Yes, and no swearing, I don't want your pretty mouth to be soiled with such words, or else I'll wash your mouth with my cum.”

The men looked at each other and then at me, wondering whether I was truly genuine or just pretending. “What’s happening here? Why are you not at the entrance door?” I heard my godfather's voice echoing down the dark pathway, until he finally stopped right in front of me. The men stood beside him, their heads lowered, their faces softened, as if they were afraid of him. The Godfather's gaze met mine, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Boss, I heard her screaming for help…” replied the one who had been snapping at me. Then I went through the act. I clutched my chest, breathing rapidly, as a tear rolled down my cheek. I was truly impressed, just by doing that.

One who was not strong enough could not stand in there firmly, let alone, speak. "Where is Padrino?" Donovan, the oldest man in the room growled. He had a deadly scar running underneath his eyes and down the side of his face. "We requested a meeting with him, not you, stupid son of a whøre!" [Padrino; Godfather in Spanish] "Where is your boss?" Another asked, his Russian accent thick and hard. "Sergio De Niro?" "Relax...!" Alfonso tried to speak but paused when one of the men drew out a gun and pointed at his forehead.

"You think you’re free because you unlocked a genetic lock? I built the labyrinth! I own the exit!" Arthur stepped forward, the heavy pulse rifle held tight against his shoulder. He looked like an avenging demon born from the catacombs, his clothes soaked, his chest heaving with a lethal, rhythmic force. But as he aimed at Vance's chest, the older man suddenly smiled—a hideous, desperate smirk. "Omega-Seven-Alpha-Null," Vance uttered, his voice dropping into a rhythmic, specific cadence.

I resume my wandering, letting my words hang in the air like toxic smoke. “But you know what? I'm going to tell you something. » I stop by the window, looking out at the dark street outside. My reflection in the window gives me the image of a different man. Softer. Almost vulnerable. “Over the last few weeks…” I pause, savoring the drama. " I fell in love. » A stunned silence greets my declaration. I turn around, a strange smile on my lips. “Yes, you heard correctly. I, Santino, the big bad godfather of the mafia, fell in love. »

“for fucks sake Sasha, the plan was going great and you just ruin it?” “He knows about that too,” I say quietly. Father groans in irritation, “What was that? Speak up.” “He knows I was spying on him for you.” “Cristo santo,” (Fucking hell,) Father cusses, “Da quando sei diventata inutile? Avrei dovuto scambiarti con Sofia la notte delle nozze, almeno lei è capace di portare a termine un compito.” (Since when did you become useless? I should have swapped you out for Sofia after the wedding night, she’s at least good enough to get the job done.)

Godfather muttered Aurelio just stared at him. "Dad, it's not the right time to say that" Aurelio said slowly "Don't repeat the same mistake I did son. Live your life in a way you'll be happy to see what you've accomplished." Godfather said, more blood gushing out of his mouth Aurelio stared at him as a drop of tear fell from his eyes. "I love you son" Godfather said with a smile on his lips. His hand slowly dropped down, lifeless.

"So give them the why." She looks at me across the counter. Something behind her eyes that is not sadness exactly. Something older than sadness. "She would have liked you," she says quietly. "She had no patience for men who performed strength. She always said real strength is quiet." I hold her gaze. Do not look away. "She sounds like someone worth knowing," I say. Sophia nods. Looks back down at her soup. "Tonight," she says again. Firmer this time. Like a decision already half-made just waiting for the rest of her to catch up.