The God Father Novels & Stories

, Lucia agreed, her mind still wandering on what Gia could have meant. "So... about the godfather...", Gia continued. "the godfather?", Lucia asked. "Yeah, Andretti's grandfather is the godfather, that's what everyone in the business calls him, he is the founder of the Black Lotus". "Oh .. ", Lucia laughed. "So... the godfather or Andretti's grandfather is mean sweet, he loves Andretti and Amato, no doubt, he literally taught them everything they know but he is very difficult... he is a tough love kind of parent".

but I was not going to leave until I hear what that was all about. “He might as well be a god, my father is the Don, head of a mafia family in Summer Strand and his word is law. My brother, your father is his son, and you can guess little one what kind of monster he is to be sitting at his right-hand side. Killing is a hobby for him, and I am going to make you pay for what he did to my husband!”

It was something that I hated to do, knowing that I was going against the oath I had sworn. "The godfathers are people who literally do everything for their selfish benefits. They would make people work for them and when it's time they discard them. Don Pablo works for the godfathers and despite everything that goes on, he is untouchable due to the influence that the godfathers have. Ciro Russo is just a pawn in their chess game and I fear that with their return to Carlifornia after a long time, there is a bigger plan they have" She stared at me, waiting for the next line of my statement.

He comprehended then that he had been obsessed with her from the moment she stepped into his life. And he wasn't ready to lose her. Not to Antonio, or Mateo. Vito’s violet eyes turned to flint, the last of his warmth evaporating as he stepped into the role he was born for. He was no longer just the Capo of La Tana di Salvatore anymore. He was the Capo dei Capi. “I am the Godfather now, Milan,” he rumbled, his voice carrying a clear authority that shocked her. “I will settle my accounts and conduct my business the only way I know how: with blood and finality. Do not try to interrogate me again.”

It’s a mystery to me that he manages to keep his lifestyle a secret, no one in his family knows about it, not even his big brother who happens to be the Godfather of the New York Mafia. I’m not worried about the Godfather, he abandoned his family because he doesn’t care, and he doesn’t even look out for his parents or his sister who is a psycho crackhead. Yeah, I found out she is a junkie, a terrible drug addict that gets wasted every fucking day. One night, she was involved in a hit-and-run. She killed an entire family and her parents helped her to sweep it all under the carpet.

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

“I’m hungry, and my hunger manifests in strange ways. Do not judge me!” “No judgment here at all, Love. And to answer your question, I’d say no. There isn’t any part of me that isn’t magically delicious, but only when it comes to you.” “Good answer, Sir, damn good answer.” I flipped through the options before I found one of my all-time favorite movies and squeaked in delight. “The Godfather? I didn’t know you were a fan.” “I’m a fan of all old Italian mobster movies, especially The Godfather.”

I took my time sipping my coffee, my tone carrying a trace of pity. "I'm laughing because you think you're clever, but you never even figured out what kind of man your biological father really was. "The truth back then wasn't what you think it was." Celia sneered. "My father's diary spelled everything out. You want to whitewash the Eckharts? Don't even try." I shook my head. "Your father didn't just falsify the books. He used his position to transfer twenty million from Eckhart Holdings into a private account in Switzerland.

Smiling, he said to Jessica, "Believe me, you will soon agree!" "Goodbye!" Jessica didn't even turn her head as she crossed the street with her crutch and Henry. Saxon watched their figures and a sinister smile crept onto his lips. That child...looks really... Dazzling! "Mommy, why were you with him?" Inside the elevator, Henry suppressed his smile. "Do you know who he is?" Jessica shook her head. "Saxon, the godfather of the Italian mafia!" Jessica's mouth dropped open...her encounter was really bizarre!

He growled as he was being pulled away. “Wait!” Dad thundered and stormed up to him. “Who is your Dad?” I furrowed my brow as I wondered why Dad was asking. Ricko gulped, but he straightened up and growled. “Diego San-Pedro. Lord of San- Pedro Mafia ring.” Dad chuckled. “Him?” Ricko raised a brow, confused. “Do you know him, I’m sure you know how powerful he is then.”