The God Father Novels & Stories

Seb and I went straight to my study. The Italian people called him Signore Gerardo. My men called him Padrino Gerardo, meaning The Godfather Gerardo. And ever since I was seventeen, I called him Papa. Gerardo Sanguin sat on the swiveling chair behind my desk in my study watching the wall sized flat screen TV across from him. It showed five different places in the world — one in New York, one in London, one in California and one in Las Vegas. Our shooters were in place for all the heads of The Biancis—the mafia family I had to get rid of. The first one we witnessed was of Vincenzo Biancis', eldest son, who was attending a birthday party in California. People around him shouted when they sa

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo

His hand slowly dropped down, lifeless. Godfather stopped moving. "Dad.." Aurelio muttered as more tears poured out of his eyes Almost immediately a loud noise was heard as one side of the clan blew up and immediately fire began spreading through the clan

I started the engine and drove off, my hands steady on the wheel even though my thoughts were anything but calm. I knew exactly where I was going. To the man I believed was both the cause of my problems—and the solution to them. The kind of man you don’t confront with anger or threats. You approach him with negotiations. With offers. With sacrifices. A man who listens only when something is being placed on the table. The one man the Godfather himself had bestowed power upon. The man who could change a person’s fate in La Camorra with a single decision. The man who would decide whether my father lived or disappeared completely—and whether everything my family owned would be erased or reborn i

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

Damien hadn't just been a criminal who killed someone, he'd been part of something bigger, something organized and dangerous that apparently involved his father. "I left that life." Damien kept himself between Enzo and me. "I came here to get away from all of it." "And you thought what? That you could just walk away?" Enzo laughed. "That Don Salvatore Moretti would let his oldest son disappear without consequences? You're more naive than I thought." Moretti. The name echoed in my head because I'd heard it before, whispered in town when people talked about the mafia families that controlled everything from drugs to politics. Damien was a Moretti, son of one of the most powerful crime lords in

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

However, the strange message made him do a double take. For some reason, the Godfather enjoyed watching him become a harem master. It did not matter if the people he interacted with were male or female. Godfather Veron was an extremely bored person who craved the latest gossip. Zen’s channel was full of wholesome moments which explained the Godfather’s favour. Zen had no idea if catching the eye of the academy’s founder was a positive or negative thing. However, credit was credit.

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

I felt my body stiffen at the feeling of the plane taking off but also the fact that my father knew him. It dawned on me then. My father must know that he was in the Mafia, right? Or didn't he know? Besides, why should I even trust her? She seems to know the two brothers very well. I felt myself come out of my reverie when a loud laugh suddenly filled the air along with the plane leveling up in the air. "God, you should have seen your face. Do you actually believe that there's something like a Mafia? I felt my breathing become even, and my chest loosened up.