The Godfather Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I would have prepared for their twisted ways. The calls grew louder. Ten million. Fifteen. Twenty. Each number was a blade cutting deeper into my pride. Each shout was another chain, binding me in shame. I gritted my teeth beneath the tape across my mouth, my chest rising and falling with fury I could not release. They were not looking at a god. They did not see power, eternity, or wrath. They saw only a prize object. A rare object to buy and sell. A possession to cage and display.

My father, Don Matteo was standing by the door, by his side, an even taller man, who sported the same sort of neck tattoo that Leone had, and the sort of attitude that made it easy to know he was most probably Leone's father, even without the semblance. Leone laughed, and slowly, he put his gun away, then took a step back. "Don Matteo," he said, venom lacing his words. "We meet again." I blinked, taking in a sharp breath as my father slowly walked down to us. "We meet again, Don Leone." Leone never replied my father, and the taller man came between them. "You seem to already know Leone. He is all set to be announced as the official Godfather. He has also taken over all of Brave Hearts."

The grandfather signalled him to go back, he knew Andretti would do nothing. " Do you boys know who I spoke to last night?", the godfather asked. "Enough with the suspense papo!", Andretti had had enough. "Luca", the godfather answered. The room turned silent, Luca is the Capo of the serpents Mafia gang, he and his grandfather were the original founders of the Mafia gangs in Sicily, they have been rivals for a long time. Luca and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, for his grandfather to have a sit down conversation with Luca something was really wrong.

He comprehended then that he had been obsessed with her from the moment she stepped into his life. And he wasn't ready to lose her. Not to Antonio, or Mateo. Vito’s violet eyes turned to flint, the last of his warmth evaporating as he stepped into the role he was born for. He was no longer just the Capo of La Tana di Salvatore anymore. He was the Capo dei Capi. “I am the Godfather now, Milan,” he rumbled, his voice carrying a clear authority that shocked her. “I will settle my accounts and conduct my business the only way I know how: with blood and finality. Do not try to interrogate me again.”