The Godfather Novel Series Novels & Stories

The burn scorched my throat, but it cleared my head. I opened my laptop and began compiling everything I had done for the famiglia over the years. Over the years, I had defused multiple FBI investigations, opened up the Enroppe drug routes, absorbed three rival famiglia's turfs, and built up the famiglia's legitimate business empire. All these were my bargaining chips. I had never lived by clinging to Vincenzo. Without him, I could still thrive, or even do better.

It’s my father’s funeral tomorrow; this needs to be sorted out right fucking now. My three cousins, Alessio, Allesandro, and Anthony, are my capos. They’re brothers and oversee Brooklyn. My brother Frankie is my Underboss and Dom is my consigliere. They know I’ve taken over as the boss in our family and they’re one hundred percent behind me. It’s been a week since my father died and although I have been accepted as the Capo dei Capi, I know a few people still think the title was handed to me. As if I didn’t bathe in blood to get here.

Federico Di Grazia; The Godfather had arranged a meeting at an exclusive golf club. Golf wasn’t exactly my game—I’d barely played—but on a bright, sunny day, surrounded by the city's wealthiest and most influential men discussing business and politics, I couldn't ask for a better setting.

This rigorous structure allows the organization to thrive and expand. The First Modern Godfather: Don Vito Cascio Ferro The first truly known and recognized godfather is Vito Cascio Ferro (1862-1943). A shrewd and ruthless man, he modernizes the mafia and imposes a systematic extortion called the pizzo: a form of tax that all merchants must pay under threat of sanctions. He liked to say that he "pecked" this money like a sparrow pecks its water in a puddle, hence the very term pizzo.

"Salvatore is a green snake in the grass. Working with him is the last thing I would do. Besides, I want to handle Alessio on my own. Whoever kills him first gets to wear the crown." "Can I ask why you think the Godfather is a snake in the grass?" she asked. "Don’t worry, I’d let Alessio know on the day he meets his death," he smirked.

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.

“You said you wouldn’t kill me!” “Tables turn, my love,” Gleb replied, earning a disbelieving glare from her. The Godfather’s smile suddenly froze. A grave expression replaced it. He tipped a head signal at one of his men, who reached for heavy bundles of files from the table’s drawer. “Don Alessandro, drop the gun,” he ordered. “Your time’s ticking.” Alessandro hesitated. “You have sixty seconds. Drop the gun. Sign over your businesses. Your ports. And every street you think you own.” He cocked the gun and slowly stretched the trigger.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.