Speak Softly Godfather Novels & Stories

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

" Copro asked hesitantly. Godfather smiled darkly. "She shouldn't be a bother. Should she?"

‘Ever the dramatic,’ Tony thought sarcastically. He reached for the silver spoon and knife— Then deliberately dropping the knife. TING The sound echoed like a gunshot in a quiet cathedral. Then, to Tony’s surprised and everyone else in the room— The Don smiled. Then total silence. Maria clutched her dress. Franco shifted nervously. “And who is the real mafia here?” the Don said in his thick, gravelly Italian accent. Like the kind that you only heard in villainous films. Tony shrugged. “You taught me not to bow to anyone, old man.” he said coolly, he was now slowly reaching for a bottle of wine

"Believe me, Vasili, that won't happen. I fear your mother and Anya more than any Mafia boss in the entire world" "You or any Petrov fear no Mafia boss, Grandpa, even without Alexzia and Levinia Wright" he playfully counters. Chuckles reverberated as the atmosphere becomes less tense. The men even serve drinks to accompany their conversation. "And About Amelia Stepanov" after a while of comfortable silence, the godfather speaks, gaining Vasili's earnest interest. "What about her?" he seriously mutters. Hearing her name on the Godfather's lips made him tense. "A woman could weaken and at the same time strengthen a man" Donny continues while staring at the melting cube of ice in his glass.

You often him or get in his nerves then, be ready for your offsprings to be fed to the dogs of don Damien. Everyone turned their attention to the new mafia lord maybe he might have something to say. His facial expression was unreadable, hence; they couldn't fathom what was going on in his mind. "We should attack him now! And kill him." One of the mafia Don protested which makes others to concur. There was absolute silence in the room as the Mafia Lord never said. Other than him uttering words, he only waves for his mouthpiece to come nearer to him, he whispers some words which make his mouthpiece to nods his head several times.

The kind of calm that makes the room shrink in an instant. I think for a moment, he makes me shrink too. “Michael.” His voice isn’t raised. He doesn’t need to yell. He never yells. “Would you also like me to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, son?” A breath tumbles out of me. I know he means to say I should shut my mouth. I don’t even want to shut my mouth, but I do, because as furious as I am, I’m not stupid. The Godfather walks slowly, his hands behind his back like a professor about to give a lesson. “Why are you always so angry, son?” he says softly, stepping close enough that I can smell the old scotch on his breath. “You think this world runs on feelings and fury?”

“Why shouldn't I hurt you again, La Rosa?” If truly Papà did that to his people then I don’t have an answer to that. So I just whimper and start saying the lord's prayer. “Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome. Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà….” “Amen,” the man interrupts me, his tongue rich with smooth Italian. “ma il tuo Dio ti ha abbandonato (but your God has abandoned you). You’re at my fucking mercy.”

his tone was demanding and Sophia found this as an opportunity to know how Luca came to know about her stammering as a kid. “Mr. Russo, about…my..my way of talking. How did you know?” she stuttered and Luca’s gaze never left her. “I am Luca Greco, I know everything” “So you know about everyone in Italy?” “No, I know only about those I find interest in,” he said and Sophia could feel her heartbeat accelerate, she had to escape. “I also like it when people appreciate my help, so think of a good way to appreciate me for helping you at the casino. If not I will decide how you should”

A man with striking silver hair walked only half a step behind him, close enough to speak if necessary, distant enough to show respect. Matteo rose first, the others followed immediately. Lia copied them a second later. The Don's gaze swept calmly across the room before settling briefly on Matteo. No words were exchanged. Matteo reached for a crystal glass. "So that no matter how high our name rises," he said evenly, lifting it into the air, "it never rises beyond the man who built it." Every glass followed. "To the Don." "To the Don." Crystal met crystal. A soft chorus echoed through the dining hall.

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p