Speak Softly Godfather Novels & Stories

Riccardo says. "I am not interested in working on a project with you. I do not like you or trust you," I say. I hear Sofia drawing in her breath. I am sure she never heard anyone speak to the Godfather, like this before. "Ah, la mia, Mia. You have not changed at all. I like your straightforward ways, but you have no choice in this matter, as I do not care what you want. You need to sign and keep your mouth shut," Riccardo says. I know he is the Godfather and can crush my family and me like a bug, and I know I will have to give in to him so our fight does not hurt my men.

Then he turned a‍nd w⁠alked away. I wa​tched him cross the ga‍rden, his limp pronounced, his shoulder‌s​ hunched. He w‍al⁠ked through the​ a⁠rc​hway and disappeared. I was⁠ al‌one with the G‍odfather. Don Sal⁠vatore pic⁠ked up hi⁠s she⁠ars. Snip⁠. "Come, chil‌d," he said, patt⁠ing​ the bench beside hi​m. "Tell me about America. An⁠d pou⁠r me some tea.‌ The wa​r ha⁠s‌ begun."

The doors are cracked open, letting in the cool night air. I know that voice. I heard it earlier, echoing through the warehouse at the port, though I didn't see the face then. Don Greco. Sofia’s father. I shouldn't stop. I should keep walking. But something in his tone—a smugness, a slimy kind of satisfaction—makes me pause. I step into the shadow of a marble pillar. I employ the ghost technique. I become part of the architecture. "Don't worry about the shipment," Greco is saying. He is speaking Italian, the dialect thick and fast. "Let the Vitale boy have his wedding. Let him think he’s won the crown."

He sounded skeptical. I explained calmly, “Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday banquet. My parents will announce the man I’m going to marry.” The atmosphere went silent as everyone gasped. They remembered exactly who I was. My father was the Don of the Moretti family. My mother was the head of the Carter family. From childhood, they had selected two fiances for me. They declared that on my twentieth birthday banquet, whoever I chose to marry would inherit the properties of both families and become the ruling godfather of the entire mafia empire.

After all was done, many of the roads would be open to me. “Your father, Gerardo De Luca, once told me to fuck myself when I made a peace offering,” Brando said bitterly, his eyes shuffling between Rione, Darragh Callahan and me. All of us circled the round table. "Quite a prideful man." “Which I wasn’t aware of,” I replied immediately. “What he did was a sign of foolishness. I am a prideful man too, but never have I allowed it to rule over my common sense, so rest assured, I am not my father. I’m a better proprietor than he ever could be, which is why we're all here today.”

“I believe someone within La Camorra orchestrated it.” I didn’t mention names. Not yet. “I came here because I don’t know where the next attack might come from,” I finished. Silence followed my words. Then the Godfather nodded slowly. “I have heard you,” he said calmly. His voice remained steady, reassuring in a way few men could manage. “The matter will be looked into.” That was where the conversation ended. The Godfather did not ask more questions, and I did not offer more answers. With men like him, too many words were unnecessary. If he said the matter would be handled, then it would be.

But.. “Nothing much, just the gangster family next door,” Father replied instead with a smug expression. “Bloody hell,” I gasped, “Sophie Language.” Motrher Yelled, turning to father with a glare, and he quickly cleared his throat or prtended to.

Lorenzo's soldati rushed forward and restrained him firmly. I walked slowly to stand before him, looking down at him from above. "Take him back." My voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority. "The Godfather is waiting for his sacrifice."

"What? I'm surprised you've not gotten your way with her yet, cause most of the women you play around with can't seem to get enough of you." "Well, not her," I said and went on to tell him about the stunts she pulls off in my house. They escape the fights and arguments. The Godfather looked more amused than angry and I wondered why. He laughed. "She's got guts that's for sure and she's bold. I like her already and she's a beauty." I nodded that these are all true but then he just had to say one more thing. "You feel better talking to her Angelo. " I immediately shook my head and didn't say a word. My godfather laughed at my self-defence mechanism as he termed it. We spoke at length about bus

She grabs the phone and puts it on speaker, placing it on the dashboard so she could focus on driving. The deep baritone of the voice that comes through next, does nothing to hide the sneer of it’s owner. “Hello Silver.”