The God Father Novels & Stories

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

, I asked him flirtily. "I would rather fuck you than watch a movie any day", he said burying his nose in the hollow of my neck. "So you agree this is a dumb movie", I said to him with a shudder. "The Godfather is not a dumb movie", he said pausing in between each word to kiss my neck. I gasped in response. "I think you are wrong. It is a slow movie about a few idiots trying to play God", I said to him. After my brush-off with Enzo, I hated everything related to gangsters to my core.

Elliot who love to rule couldn't let them win ,he had to go on a war with them. ' Pythons group as the called themself are the fifth most powerful mafia in italy until their Don's taste for power lead to their downfall. He wanted to be in rank one as the most powerful and feared mafia group therefore challenging Elliot and that , lead to their end. Elliot who wasn't ready to give up his rank have to enter into war with them.It was bloody ,many lost their life.But in all , Elliot was able to defeat and retain his position. It was during that war that Josemaria's father was killed,he lost his live by a stray bullet of a gun shot by one of Elliot men angainst the opponent but unfortunately the

He held one hand up stop sign style as if to prevent me from talking "Please spare me the story of your Italian mafia connected family. That's complete shite and you know it." "Fine." I sighed. "Just don't get pissed when I call in a favor and a sleek black Mercedes pulls up to the curb and a man in a suit tells you to get in." "You watch too many movies." "This from an A-list actor and movie director?" His eyes narrowed. "They'll put you on ice." "The Godfather was on HBO last night again wasn't it?" "Hey Vin, we got a problem..." I said using my best Italian Mafioso voice, then rubbed my chin. "We go to the mattresses."

It would be a great mistake to sit in a room when the godfather hadn't seated yet. The door made another squeaking sound, accompanied by loud footsteps. The godfather walked in with the aid of a walking stick. He looked to be in his seventies and was still agile. “Greetings from me and the Rossi family. ” Giovanni bowed before raising his head. “Giovanni Rossi. Have a seat.” the godfather called. His voice was deep and carried so much authority. Giovanni took one of the seats on the table and waited quietly for the next order from his host.

“You... you shouldn't be messing with that name, boy.” I leaned in, my patience wearing thin. “Tell me what you know.” Victor's voice dropped, his words tumbling out over themselves. “Your father... he worked for the Godfather, once. They were like brothers, until... until he fell in love with your mother.” I frowned. “The Godfather wanted her for himself.” Victor continued, his eyes pleading with me to understand. “Your father... he stole her from under his nose. The Godfather vowed revenge, and... and he took it.”

"I am Cassius. Cassius Castellano." The moment he said that name, even the howling sea breeze seemed to stop. Cassius slowly put his phone away. His tone dripped with mockery and disdain. "So, the Valerius heir is blind. You can’t read character, and you can’t recognize an allied Don. Your father would be disappointed." Castellano! Julian's pupils dilated in shock. That was the top underworld empire in North America! The living devil that even his own father—the current Don—had to bow to!

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

Life is made easy, we just get our contract afterwa rds without having to fight. Well, I looked up the governor's Godfather's son's name and his name is Mike Lewis.