The Godfather Series Novels & Stories

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.

“Why did you kill him?” He drags a yawn. “Everybody loved Matthew, me included. Have you forgotten he’s the Godfather of my sons? Matter of fact, if I get the fucker responsible, which Dakor, Nephilim, and Rocco are on it, I’ll hack off his penis, stuff it down his throat, and feed him to my boys.” “Nice acting.” “Watch your tone, Boy.” Godfather’s voice darkens. “I may have been the devil some time ago, but I have a line I won’t cross: Killing a priest and sex with minors. You can ask other families.”

That deeper motive is what was most worrisome to me. The mafia was something I knew about only from the movies. I really enjoyed watching mafia movies. The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and Casino were some of my favorites, but I enjoyed any mafia movie. I also spent some time watching documentaries about the mob. However, none of that meant that I knew anything about what to expect when meeting someone in real life. I knew that Tilly’s uncle was a capo, so he was someone very important to the Santini family. While we didn’t know who Tilly’s father was, there were speculation that her father was an important member of another mafia family. This all meant that there was some pretty complic

When money came into the picture, family and faith were no longer important. Old Godfather Ryan had been shot to death. He had been nicknamed ‘godfather’ out of respect, but his fate was more like the godfather from the movie ‘The Godfather’. In that movie, the godfather’s image resembled an authoritative elder. Therefore, killing Old Godfather Ryan was just treachery, not a betrayal of faith. However, catching all the priests in the church was an entirely different story. These priests were all followers of God and represented their beliefs.

I asked. “The Godfather is automatically picked as the mafia leader with the largest territory all over the world. The one who controls the most territories in other countries in Europe, America, and other places. That also means he’s the person with the most connections, influence, and who gets along with most mafia organizations in the world. That’s who automatically becomes the Godfather.” “Who is the Godfather?”

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!"

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

"Matty. You killed him for no goddamn reason." Amadeo's face scrunched in thought. "Matty? What does he have to do with you?" "He was my goddamn man," Angelo growled. "But you wouldn't know that because you're too goddamn self-absorbed to see anything that goes on around you if it has nothing to do with benefiting you. That's why it was so damn easy to stay close to you for two goddamn years while I plotted how I would destroy you." "Over Matty?" Amadeo scoffed. "He was a goddamn traitor and a thief."

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p

she asked. Of course I remembered. The Godfather’s fury that night had turned the estate into hell. Gunfire everywhere—sharp, endless, deafening. He’d lined up the “adulterers” in the courtyard and shot them himself, one by one, while the rest of us watched. Blood slicked the tiles. The air stank of iron and smoke. Someone tried to crawl away; the next bullet blew half his face off. That was the night everyone learned what disloyalty meant. And it stuck.