The Family Puzo Novel の小説・ストーリー

Did she read the book onto the dog? In the past, Suzan would have endured it, but now, she didn't want to endure it anymore, so she just growl back: “Suzy, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? If it weren’t for me, your family of five would still be living in that shabby building of only 70 square meters in the old town in the north of the city. Your dad is addicted to gambling and drinking, and the money he makes cannot support your three children. Why did he come out to study auto mechanics before graduating from high school? No money.

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence. I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison. Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave. My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me. Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.

“You are reading too much into a rumor my dear, seeing how rumors are spread about elites even our family, one would think you won’t fall for the rumors, they are a business-minded family,” Deda said in Perez”s defense and Luciano couldn’t wrap his head around why Deda was being so ignorant, like he should know just how much other families envied their family, what was he on about? Business? That family especially Perez have no business sense, what they have is thuggery and the ability to steal openly from other people, they never do any legit business, everything they have was stolen from other unfortunate families who fell to their prey and Deda wanted him to believe people like that have

He smiled back and wept at the same time. He knew she was not me, but he also knew that I would live forever in his memory. I would watch over him differently. Our family’s story, which began in the cruelest way imaginable, ended in the gentlest way possible. We said goodbye, wrapped in love. We would meet again in memory. Forever.

The stories people told in low voices, like saying the name too loudly would somehow bring trouble to their door. The Dela Cruz family… The most powerful and dangerous mafia family in the whole of Varezia. "Why..." My voice came out shaky. "Why does the name Sam, ends with Dela Cruz?" He didn't look surprised that I had figured it out, he simply stood there, one hand resting against the kitchen island, his expression giving nothing away. "Because you're my wife." I stared at him, the words didn't make sense. I looked back at the document, then at him and back at the document again.

As per his account, it only includes three families; us, the Santoro’s, the Valencia which is my mother’s, and the other one which he’s not fond of saying he always includes out of his stories. Dela Vin’s father is just the Capo of the third family. I don’t know how he manages to build their own legacy but they are now the most powerful here in New York. Well, Giovanni is, technically. I’m on the last page of the photo album when something dropped into the floor. I raised a brow seeing a very different photograph.

** "You killed my family! If you love your wife then what about us? We also love our family." "Neah don't give me such absurd reasons for your failure. We are in the mafia not in some holy work. Your family was killed because of your recklessness...meeting with my foes and planning to execute my family. But I have changed the scenario with instead of my family I assassinated yours and made you feel like what you wanted me to be. It's a pure vengeful and deadly massacre. You chose dumb killers for work, they know how the things changed and BOOM!" Noah cried listening Falcone's insanity

Because, somehow, that emptiness in my chest seemed just as great. I look down at my plate, the food half”finished, but the hunger was completely gone, and in its place I had only nausea, disgust at my own family name, at the family I was born into, a family of murderers. My cousin Renzo, was he just like Aldo, did my dad know, did he take me all the way to Sicily to deliver me to my uncle's foul intentions?

The burn scorched my throat, but it cleared my head. I opened my laptop and began compiling everything I had done for the famiglia over the years. Over the years, I had defused multiple FBI investigations, opened up the Enroppe drug routes, absorbed three rival famiglia's turfs, and built up the famiglia's legitimate business empire. All these were my bargaining chips. I had never lived by clinging to Vincenzo. Without him, I could still thrive, or even do better.

The fight was already looking over before it even started. This whole thing had started from his greed. He was younger than my father but older than me. The Guerra family was known to have the largest cartel in the whole of New York and my father had always done well maintaining it. Mariano's family came close to us but could never really measure, we were always better off, stronger, more power, more money and more connections. Head of the Mariano family used to be loyal to my father before he passed away and barely two years later, Matrix had become greedy for the power, plotted with the Fontana family and some others who were ready to be traitors and had started his little game of wiping o