The Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

Spencer added only making Leith lose it. "I'm leaving, Adela I will give you a call." He said abruptly leaving. When he reached outside where Adela and Spencer couldn't see him, he threw the novel in the near by trash can. Garreth's advise was shitty, Spencer had taken it for himself. Now he would have to try Romeo and Juliet, he thought. He couldn't mess this up, Garreth would snap his fingers and send them to his father that was what the English Mafia was known for. It was their signature move. Garreth McCarthy as the Don and Spencer as the Capo they were a dangerous combination. He didn't understand what Spencer was doing with Adela-

Steven mumbles while staring at Vasili and Lia. "The Godfather and the Physician" Denver mentions the tag once given to the first ruler of the Petrov Mafia. It may have been forgotten as generations passed but it was already written in the history of their family. They just have to explore to know their roots as Denver did. ****;-)****

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen? The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings. “Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice. She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

“Conrad Vittori was the godfather of the Italian Mafia, my grandfather. He was killed and my father, Dominic, was supposed to take over from him. His uncle, Rocco, stole the godfather seat from my father and an all-out war broke out. The Vittori family made two strategic alliances through marriage. My aunt, Hunter, married Lev Volkov, leader of the Russian Mafia, and my other aunt, Inara, married Agron Makolli, leader of the Albanian Mafia. My uncle, Gage, married Lev’s cousin, Anya, Arya’s parents. The Volkov’s were a crucial alliance. They controlled the harbor, which meant control of all imports and exports and a lucrative gun trade. The Albanians controlled the drug trade, which were now

Yet the retired Godfather of New York crossed the Atlantic Ocean just to chase a woman who already rejected him. "He threatened the pilots," Caleb added, sensing my rising fury. "He brought his own medical equipment." I sighed. The vacation just turned into a family reunion. Author's Note: Dear readers, we are officially entering the final stage of the story! The book is wrapping up and will probably conclude within the next 20 chapters. Thank you for riding along on this wild mafia romance journey!

After all, the weapon that killed me in my last life had not been that knife. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on my thighs. Then, I heard the lock turn. My heart slammed violently against my chest, but my face maintained the shy composure expected of a bride. “My bride.” The Godfather stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” “No,” I replied, standing up and forcing myself to look obedient. He walked toward me, his movements slow and elegant. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

“The Mafia God was my excellent ally and friend. I've known him for some while, and if he were here, I don't think anyone would act as insolent as you. Novela intruded into the conversation, bringing to everyone's notice the Mafia God's attitude towards Gary while he was alive and how he didn't let him get too much into the business. Novela's words changed everything as doubts began to grow in the hearts of those that placed their trust in Gary, as I stared at them looking away and whispering to each other, making it easy to identify them. “What are you talking about?” Doom asked curiously, staring at Novela. I turned to her, wondering what her words were about and if she was actually seri

I said calmly. Don Francesco raised an eyebrow. “You should be asking me what I want in return for the information you’re asking for.” For the first time since I arrived, Don Francesco looked slightly startled. Only for a second. But I saw it. The old man straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s how it is now,” Don Francesco said slowly. I only smirked. Don Francesco sighed before speaking again. “Alessandro went to see the Godfather today.” My eyes narrowed slightly.