Novel & Cerita The Family Puzo Novel

"Lorenzo's been dirtying his hands for years to climb the ladder. Smuggling fake drugs, trafficking people… even dealing with our deadliest rivals, the Lupo family." On the screen, a grainy video played. Lorenzo was making a deal with a bald man. I recognized him—he was the Underboss of the Lupo family. "Porco!" I cursed. The Rossi family had rules, even as a mafia. When my Papa was alive, he made it clear that we would never deal with drugs or traffic humans. Lorenzo was, without a doubt, dragging the family straight into hell. "There's more." Antonio clicked open another folder. "This is the background of that woman, Sofia Ricchi. She's not just some casino dealer. She's an undercover plan

She tightened her arms around him instead, telling him she was there even if she wasn't then. She would have said she was sorry for him but the fact was she wouldn't want anyone to tell her that and neither would he. Juana wasn't her favorite person but she pitied her after hearing that she was a victim in the perfect sense of the word. In this co-operated peace two most powerful families had pledged, she had paid the most. She knew when it began, this event was the driving force when it came to Mafia revolution in the States. They had formed the union to drive out the Kuznetsov's from the country decades ago and they succeeded in exiling them by joining hands. Although both families were un

leak the news that the Rossi family's empire was on the brink of collapse to Vittorio and Isabella, who were being held there. When Vittorio heard that the "empire" he had painstakingly built for decades was disintegrating, the shock and fury caused him to collapse on the spot. Isabella was frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof, but completely helpless, able only to pace around her unconscious husband. Those businesses had consumed half their lives; they were the foundation of their standing in the Mafia world. The only person who remained completely indifferent was Elena. The moment she saw Vincenzo, she clung to him like a lifeline, ignoring her parents' condition.

I kept seeing papa lying unconscious in that hospital bed. Seeing dada covered in blood. And suddenly all I could think about was how close I came to losing them. Life really enjoys making my life a mess. I’m done allowing things to happen to my family. “Get the cars ready,” I repeated calmly. Nobody argued after that. Smart decision. The underground restaurant sat beneath one of Manhattan’s most expensive hotels. Completely hidden. Completely illegal. Completely controlled by mafia families. The irony of rich criminals eating five-star meals while discussing murder will always amuse me.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

It was not a birthday message. The first image was from a dinner in Chicago. Dante stood near the end of a long table with a drink in his hand. Someone off camera asked him when he had felt most at home in the past few years. He thought for a moment. Then he said it was one winter night during a blackout. Claire had been in the kitchen by candlelight, trying to get Leo to sleep. Leo had clung to his sleeve and begged him not to leave. That, he said, was the first time he thought maybe there was no reason to go back to New York at all.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

The assassin didn't do anything, just watched Fernando smother the other man, but he still got paid in full and remained loyal to the Salvatores to date. Fernando built the family with his blood and sweat, with every meaning of that phrase. From owning and running the street, Fernando owned two streets. Then a district and finally he came the third biggest and most feared family in New York City. They were only beneath the Three-headed-dragons which were three families all under an umbrella. They had started out as two brothers running from Japan to NYC. Then they became linked to a third family by marriage.

“All our family. Siete peces. Tomorrow, we strategize. We have a war to win.” Aléjandro was the first to respond. “Papá, you knew about Myshkin?” Jorge nodded. “How did you respond?” “Capo and Dante are family. The famiglia is our family. I responded that we are one.” Jorge’s cheeks rose in a smile. “Mi hijo. Estas listo.” Andrés bristled as Aléjandro replied, “I have more to learn.” I gestured toward the door. “This discussion stays in this room. The women don’t need to worry.” Everyone nodded. “Now, let’s celebrate before we take care of business.”