The Family Puzo Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My papa had no idea that I knew he was part of the mafia. I remembered seeing Ruiz and Lorenzo at business meetings with my papa and I knew they were rivals. But I also knew they had formed a truce which made it more confusing as to why he would murder my family. “What is your name?” Ruiz asked as his eyes raked over me from my head to toe. I was shaking and I couldn’t respond. What did he even want with my name after he just killed my whole family? “If you won’t do it, I will,” Lorenzo said impatiently and brought out his gun but Ruiz stopped him. “Ruiz, what are you doing?” Lorenzo asked, his voice filled with frustration.

Alice replied. "Look over there. That's a picture of Papa with his friends. Papa and I always carry our own guns, don't you know what that means?" "What? So the Lorenzo family are mafia leaders. Your Papa is a mafia king but also a businessman?" Alice was shocked when she saw the pictures of her Papa that were hung during their wedding.

Yes, it is a lot, I had to put down the book after that. “How far along are you?” I swallow some baked potatoes, shaking my head, probably page 10. “But it’s been rather interesting, complicated but interesting, I’ll be sure to write something one day like you” Besides each name, you will see the words; Wife to Roberto Salvatore capo dei capi of the Italian famiglia, Or sister to, or mother to-

I suspected he just wanted to be able to hit my mother without anyone to stop him. His office was open and two men sat in, their crisp suits and geled back hair with gold rings on their knuckles announced who they were to me. My papa, Richard Russo was the head of one of the most feared Italian Mafia Families. He was crafty, had good business with other Italians. “Hello Papa,” I greeted, placing a little kiss on his cheeks while studying the men that say in front of him.

They all deserved it in one way or another. I wasn’t much different from them either. This is the world I was born into, where shedding human blood was no different from slaughtering animals during Thanksgiving. A world where I was nothing but the bringer of death, seducer of men, and someday, a bargaining prospect for my papa, Carlos Patrizio. He was the bloodthirsty leader of the Italian crime family in New York, and I was his only daughter. I took a bottle of whiskey off the table beside this man’s lifeless body, poured myself a shot, and said a silent prayer for his soul.

another man retorted. “I see you guys have been watching too much p**n lately, I think Rodriguez's father knows who that dick belongs to because that wretched dick in that video doesn't look like mine,” Rodriguez's father was a capo in his previous famiglia but he snitched on them, ran away and started his famiglia, the only reason he is still alive in that fucking wheelchair is that his previous outfit messed with the wrong guys and they had to pay with their blood, snitching runs in Rodriguez's family.

The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around the world over the last few years. Of course, normally, I wouldn’t be sent over to keep an eye on things. We had managers for that. But something was going on in London, and it made The Family nervous. So there I was and there I would stay. At least until the thief was caught and punished. If they were lucky, we would hand them over to the authorities. The Family was a law-abiding consortium after all, but I doubted it. Things would be better handled in house. Quickly and quietly like they always were. It would be better for the guilty party to hand themselves into the police. Much, much bet

The rain had reduced to a drizzle, but the ground was slick, making my escape even more difficult. Russo wasn't just any man; he was a king in a kingdom built on fear and violence. His family, the Russos, had ruled the underworld of New York for generations, their name synonymous with power, wealth, and ruthlessness. When his parents died, Enzo had taken up the mantle with the help of his grandfather, carving out an empire that was even more feared than the one he’d inherited. How my father had ended up entangled with a man like him, I couldn’t begin to understand. What dark corner of the world had my family stumbled into without my knowledge?

Lou said, entwining his fingers together and setting his hands in his lap. I immediately recognized the Pezzullo name. They were known for being one of the biggest mafia families in the area, as well as some of the cruelest. Anyone crossing the Pezzullo family, often was never heard from again. I swallowed hard before asking Lou the questions burning in my chest. “What kind of money are we talking about?” I asked.

Fabio sat on the sofa in his bathrobe and put his arm around the blonde beauty beside him. The beauty was nestled in his arms, smiling at him obediently. Manuel walked forward and lowered his head. “Mr. Puzo.” Fabio lifted the glass on the table in front of him and nudged at the beauty. As the beauty poured wine into the glass, he asked, “I heard that you secretly took the money from The Commune's account into your own pocket?”