The God Father Novels & Stories

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••GODFATHER'S SUITE•• Immediately Aurelio finished having his shower, he walked to Godfather's suite. The moment the guards saw him, they made way for him and he got in. He met Godfather speaking with Cheetah. "Son.." Godfather smiled when Aurelio got in. Aurelio looked at Cheetah then at Godfather before taking a seat. "Father... Welcome back" He muttered. Aurelio is Godfather's adopted son. He adopted Aurelio when he was 7 and trained him to become the man he is today.

That’s what he was trained his whole life for. My father was one of New York’s biggest mafia bosses. Our family had run Manhattan, Staten Island, and the Bronx for decades, even before the Great Depression. We survived lots of things, mostly bad, but our family always thrived. It was in our blood to simply move on and get up from the ground whenever someone knocked us down.

she whispered and Jordan replied with an agreeing hum. “But in his case, Leonardo did that because he didn't want to be a part of the mafia world. Leonardo's father, Emiliano Fernandez, is the Don of the Italian Mafia — a clan which, as at then, was the biggest Mafia empire ever known in all of Italy and countable parts of the world.

He said and started walking out "Take too more steps and I'll destroy your brain with my gun" I said coldly, he stopped and turned "You can't kill me, you won't want to get in trouble with my dad" He said smirking "Probably because you are just a stupid unreasonable mafia lord, guess that's why im still leading you and no matter what you do, ill continue leading " I said "Our battle ends today Craig, I pray our friendship never destroy in our next life" I chuckled dryly

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.

Even Emilio had not asked for that yet! “Excuse me?” Domenico hissed. “How dare you call yourself a godfather!”

I decided to marry her and my future father-in-law can’t change that fact. Remembering my father-in-law’s warning, a smirk appeared on my lips, and I said “I’ve been told.” He tilted his head and said with an arrogant voice “Romano sends his greetings.” Hearing that name, my stomach tightened. Romano! Even I knew that name. That was the leader of the rival mafia group. In this city, two mafia groups always fight for their territory. Victor Falcone was the mafia king of this city and Romano Vitelo was his rival.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher.