The Godfather Series Novels & Stories

"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

The more I was beating myself up for feeling that way the more I felt worse, it was like I was obsessed with him, it was so unlike me, trust me I hated feeling the way I did about my Godfather. He barely looked like he was 40 and he was my type of man, he was all that I had. “Please, Kim. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed me again. “Babe..” Anna’s voice came from behind the door. He pulled away from me, I walked away from him and sat on my bed while he opened the door for her. “What’s happening, aren’t you having dinner Kim, the food is getting cold?” Her voice was calm and I saw the way she looked at my Godfather. She loved him, I shouldn’t get between the both of them, I should do this,

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.

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

She replied. “Half brothers?” I asked curiously. “The Godfather had several affairs with different women. The three sons have their own mother's. It is complicated.” She said and that was enough for the day. That piece of information wrecked me. Now I understood why she mentioned the family being complicated. After cleaning up. I changed into a summer dress and comfortable flowers. Pulled my hair into a bun and made my way to join him for breakfast, just as he had instructed. As I approached the table, I noticed about seven men in dark suits and shades. Seated with Matteo. They were quiet but somehow busy with shady business.

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.

Paling in the realisation that his sworn brother had secretly been taking care of his chores so he could focus on cooking, Zen felt ashamed. Ping! [The Godfather is amused by the belated realisation of how domestic you have been with your roommate. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Cussing silently at the new notification, Zen glared at the screen. The Godfather had been silent for too long. However, he was always lurking. If Zen thought he had lost the Godfather’s favour, this new donation message was a reminder that they were always lurking on his channel.

“You have been silent for too long. Report.” I clasped my hands in my lap. “The Godfather’s men are operating in Chicago. I traced them to a location and after questioning, it was confirmed that they are indeed his people. They have training houses and women are being sold like cattle. This is a direct violation of bratva law and...” “Enough.” Another cut me off with a dismissive wave. “You're chasing ghosts. Every young bratva head thinks they see conspiracies. Do not waste our time, besides do you think we haven't heard about your own little shenanigans?”

He simply looked at me and started talking, and something about the directness of it, after so many conversations that had circled the truth without landing on it, made me lean forward without meaning to. "The Godfather," he said, "is not a name. It's a designation. A title used inside a network that has been operating beneath pack politics for longer than either of us has been alive." He held my gaze steadily. "They don't claim territory. They don't sit on councils or hold formal rank. They move through the existing structures of power, through alliances and debts and the kind of influence that doesn't appear in any official record. They make things happen by making it appear that nothing i

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.