The Godfather Novel 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.

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!"

He urged me and continued feeding me. As we ate silently, we constantly stared at each other, but none of us said a word. Constantly, I would secretly pinch myself to see if I was actually dreaming or if it was real. Weeks ago, I never imagined this would happen. I knew I should be feeling guilty for having sex with my godfather, but somehow there was no atom of guilt in me; it felt like I was doing the right thing. As I glanced at Lord Frederick, a thought came to my head. I feared he was going to feel guilty and stop this, but the way he acted this morning, it seems he was feeling the same way as me.

Reaching for it, I thought it was the location Don Alonzo was supposed to send but it was Stefano. “ This better be urgent.” I said gripping the wheel as I turned. “It is,” Stefano said. “A new godfather has taken over the Russian mafia. Rodion Korashov. They call him the Wolf.” I slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road. The mafia world was never still, always shifting, always dangerous. My business with the Russians had been steady. No trouble, no surprises. But a new godfather meant new rules, new risks. Especially since I had no idea who he was and what he was planning.

she said and smiled at me like she didn’t say something that’d annoy me. "If you’re curious about Don Alessio, there’s one person who knows about him," Isabella suddenly said. "Who?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "The godfather of the underworld Don Alessio rules." "Godfather?" I muttered. "Yeah. I’m sure you wouldn’t know because you have no clue what the mafia world is like." "So this Godfather is the only one who knows about Alessio?" I asked, wondering if it’d be possible to see him so he could tell me more about Alessio. That way, I’d be able to execute my plans.

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.

It was a beautiful sight every day, so I was always around to witness it. One day, we were having dinner at the family table when Godfather began to speak, “Some day, one of you will take over from me and become the new Don of New York. You'll need to know all the duties and responsibilities a Don should perform. Three things would want to destroy your position and make you lose focus. The first one is money, the second one is power and the third is a woman. If these three things cannot destroy you, then you're a true Don”

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

Clarissa tries to console her boyfriend. "I think so, too. You see, I had a simple, normal and loving family, but everything has changed when my father joined a Mafia organized group, and when he finally became the head of "La Famiglia" which is infamously known as the "Godfather." Michele continues retelling his family background. "Have you tried talking to your father and mother?" Michele nodded before he speaks again.

Hideous asked, which made Kyle and Keisley look at each other and wait for George's answer. George took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding to Hideous's question. He nodded his head. "Yes," he admitted, his voice steady, and he did not even have a hint of hesitation. Well, Sherly trusts them and does him. "I am part of the mafia, but I'm not the boss. The boss is my best friend, and I serve as his second in command." Second in command? Isn't it still considered a boss? There's only one person above him; it's the real owner of the mafia. Then now, he is telling them that he isn't the boss?