Novel & Cerita The God Father

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

he went on, his eyes narrowing, “something is stopping me.” His words shocked me, and I stared at him, unable to hide my disbelief. Angelo—the ruthless, feared mafia lord—was considering helping me? Before I could speak, he held up a hand. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said sharply. “There’s more you need to hear.” I nodded silently, my fingers tightening around the hem of my skirt. He sat back, his expression unreadable. “The man you killed,” he began, his voice low, “was a retired clan leader. He was a rival of my father’s, so in a way, you did me a favour.”

Usually, she could brush off these kinds of remarks but every other time Tony opened his mouth, Maria ended up irked in some way. "Look, Maria, I'm sorry you're in a pretty shitty situation, but I'm not your get out of jail free card when it comes to your mother" Tony sounded stern but was backtracking slightly, not wanting Maria to decide her father needed one less Capo on his team. "Maybe when you've been around the whole mafia situation a little longer--" he started before Maria interrupted.

It was a beautiful sight every day, so I was always around to witness it. One day, we were having dinner at the family table when Godfather began to speak, “Some day, one of you will take over from me and become the new Don of New York. You'll need to know all the duties and responsibilities a Don should perform. Three things would want to destroy your position and make you lose focus. The first one is money, the second one is power and the third is a woman. If these three things cannot destroy you, then you're a true Don”

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

I asked as we went into the bathroom together. “Well it is a complicated tree.” Liora began, Italian accent dripping from each word. “You can make it less complicated.” I replied. She stared at me, hesitated for a while, then began. “The Moretti family consists of the Godfather Vincenzo, He's the oldest in the Clan. His business is different from the one the Don runs, but I believe it still has a connection with the Don. There's Nikolai and Frederico, his half brothers. And Elena The Godfather's wife.” She replied.

(Faster) A few seconds have passed when Rochus finished talking in the phone and glanced back at him. "Boss, Donte said Giovann is in critical condition". Axel groaned. Bad news is starting to surpass the good one,just when he thought everything is going according to plan. "Vai in ospedale". (Drive to the hospital) The driver quickly change route after hearing his instructions. Axel stared at the tinted window of his bentley. Is he ready to take it if Giovann dies? His faced grim and his hand clenched. Giovann was the first man who showed him a father's affection. Even with the mafia and the hard trainings he gave but he acted as his father and mentor.

But he was quiet. The acronym *GDL* rang in my mind. *The Godfather’s Legion*. This was no ordinary group. My father’s men—trained criminals, assassins, and deadly people from all over the world. Men who swore oaths of secrecy and loyalty to him. They fought for him, killed for him, and, if need be, they’d die for him. The GDL was for matters that couldn’t get traced back to my father. When he wanted something messy done, he’d call them in.

he stated. Lisa frowned as she spoke. "Why should I do that? He's your grandfather. Shouldn't I be close to him since he's the only family you have?" "He's not my grandfather!" he snapped, causing Lisa to flinch at his sudden behavior. Alessio sighed and ran his hand through his hair, before pulling Lisa closer and speaking in a calmer voice. "He's not my grandfather. He's just part of the DeLuca family. He's the oldest person to have lived this long, and that's why he became the Godfather."

I ended the call with Nessa and turned to look at my godfather, he dropped the tray on my bed. "We need to talk Kim, you need to understand what I do" “ I want to explain something important not you.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “Stop talking to me like a child, are you a criminal? Or what?” Not a "criminal" I'm a mafia boss, I am the Don of a very big organization.” He has said it before but I thought it was all a lie but seeing him kill that man? My eyes winded at what he said. Was he serious? Was that the excuse he was giving me, mafia?