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.

Each word cut through my chest like a knife. I stayed beside Xavier’s bed, watching his pale face. His eyes were tightly shut, and dried tear tracks still clung to his lashes. My child should have been born into privilege and glory. Instead, because of my choices, he had suffered this. Dad entered the room and draped a black velvet shawl over my shoulders. “Get changed. From this day on, you’re no longer James’s wife. You’re this family’s Donna and the future Godmother of the mafia families.”

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.

"You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather." His fingers began to tighten slowly. I couldn't breathe. "The Godfather went to Mexico to negotiate an arms deal, and you dare spin a lie like this? I need to teach you again what respect means." He sneered, looking at me sideways. I struggled desperately. "Let… go…" Just as I was about to suffocate, a hand suddenly clamped down around Marco's wrist. It was Lorenzo DeAngelis, the Godfather's Consigliere. He was the family's chief legal counsel and most important subordinate.

"Information that suggests you may not be as dedicated to this company as I thought." I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. Then I let out a deep breath since I don't think he was talking about my relationship with my godfather. "What are you talking about, Dad?" I asked, my voice rising to a normal tone. He leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine. "I'm talking about your 'presentation,'" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The presentation was so… impressive, coming from you." I felt a surge of anger. "What are you implying?" I demanded. "Are you accusing me of plagiarism? That I had someone do it for me?"

Since we were on the topic of his Godfather's family, he also introduced me to the drama of his cousins' lives. Eff, the eldest of the siblings, is in the beer house business. He's also an addict because he uses hard drugs. He's been jailed several times for always getting into fights, especially when he's high and drunk. Teff, the second of the siblings, is a gangster leader. He apparently has no other job than to cause trouble and bully people for money. He's also in and out of jail. He's said to be the worst of them all because he has it all: a thief, a drug addict, a gambler, and a drunk. He gets completely wasted when he drinks. So, I get why Everett didn't allow Teff's friends to have