The Godfather episode 40

🔞 THE
GODFATHER 🔞
( Bounded By Honour. . . )

CHAPTER 40: VITO DIES.

By; Holland Cisca.

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Every one in the household heard of Pablo’s return. Quickly, Fred rushed to open the door for him. “Thank God you’re back.” He looked behind Pablo, he didn’t see Anastasia with him. “Where’s she?” He asked.

“She’s still in Chicago.” He replied.

“Why didn’t you bring her back with you?” He asked, shutting the door behind him.

He was silent for a while. “She wants me to see father first. How is he?” He asked, referring to his father.

“His condition is critical. He’s refused to take any thing for days now. He said he won’t have any thing else when you come. He’s alive is because of you, he wants to see you.”

Pablo felt cold. “Where is he?” He asked.

“He’s in his room now.” Fred replied, taking him to Mr Vito’s room.

Fred opened the door, and Pablo slowly walked in. The doctor was asking Mr Vito some few questions concerning how he was feeling at the moment. But on seeing Pablo, he was quiet.

The doctor noticed Pablo’s presence, he excused himself out of the room. “I’ll take my leave now.” He said and left the room.

“Father…” Pablo said, tears clouding his eyes. “Father, are you all right?”

Mr Vito forced himself to smile, his eyes wrinkled, and his face was growing weak and pale. “Hey, son.” He said, his voice sounded shaky. “How have you been?”

Pablo fell on his knees, tears had already made its way down his cheeks. He couldn’t look at his father, no, the regret of walking out on him pained him. But… he had to. He had to find his love. But he didn’t walk out intentionally.

“Father… I am so sorry. I’m sorry I… I left.” He wept.

Mr Vito stretched his hand towards him, touching his hair. “You did what you had to do, son, and I don’t blame you. I blame myself. I should have kept to my words, because I thought sending her away was for the best. Now, I realized I made a big mistake.” He said sadly. “How is she? How is Anastasia r-manoff?” He asked.

Pablo was so deep in pain that he couldn’t say a word. He nodded his head.

“Did you find her?” He asked.

Again, Pablo nodded his head.

Mr Vito sighed. “I have spoken with my lawyer, he will proclaim my Wills to the three of you as soon as I am buried.” Pablo slowly moved his gaze at him. “There is nothing to do about my health. I have lived more than the days the doctor said I would live, and right now, I can’t feel my body any more. So, very soon, I will be joining your mother.

I want you to promise me this, though I have discussed it with my lawyer, I still walk to discuss it with you. On my burial day, let me be buried beside your mother.”

Pablo was holding himself from crying but he couldn’t. “Pablo, please, promise me.”

Pablo sniffed, nodding his head. “I promise. I promise you.”

Mr Vito smiled. “I… Do you still want to take my place in the empire? Or… should I rather hand it over to Micheal? I know I have wronged you, I won’t force you to take my decision.”

Pablo held his hand. “Whatever father’s decision is, I will follow. I will take the empire, and I will rule it and I will do all my father was unable to accomplish. I have decided to become the new Mafia Lord.”

Mr Vito’s heart rose in excitement, that’s all he wanted to hear. That’s all he wants before he dies. Now Pablo has finally agreed to take over the empire, he feels he can now die in peace.

“Now, I can die in peace. I don’t need to live in worries that my empire will fall. I believe with you ruling, the Sacilian groups will remain the best in the United States. Come here.”

Pablo stood up. Mr Vito held the back of his neck, pulling his face to him. He placed a soft k×ss on Pablo’s forehead. “I love you, son.” He said, k×ssing him again.

“I love you too, dad.”

“Call me your brothers, I have some thing to say to you guys.” He requested.

Pablo wiped off his tears, leaving the room to call in his brothers. On returning, Micheal and Fred walked behind him.

“Sit down my sons, I have some thing to say to you three.” He said and they all sat down on the sofas. “What I am about to say has always been in my heart, and I know its consequences for not saying it earlier. But nevertheless, it is not too late to say it now. Since the day your mother gave birth to each of you, I have studied your abilities, your dignity and pride. All I wanted was a son who is capable of running this empire when I die.

My father was the last child of his father, yet, he took over the empire. I am the second child of my father, and I took over the empire. The leadersh¡p of Mafians doesn’t seek for age, it seeks for your capability. And out of my three sons, I have decided to make one the new Lord.

I know it will hurt the rest of you two, but I ain’t doing it for myself, I am doing it to maintain the legacies of the family. My family. Therefore, I have chosen…” there was a brief pause.

“Father, you have chosen who?” Micheal anxiously asked.

“I have chosen Pablo to become the next Mafia Lord.” He finally said.

Michael was filled with rage in hearing what his father had said. He stood up, “What the fu*k is the meaning of this, father?” He stormed. “I am your son, your first born, I should be the one handling the empire. Tell me, father, what haven’t I done for you? Tell me, what wrong have I done to be overlooked?

I have done every assignment you sent to me. I have killed so many just for your sake. And yet, all you could do is to give the empire to Pablo, who has spent most of his life in the military, serving the government and not the household.”

“Michael… Just like I said, the mafia empire doesn’t mind your age or status. Pablo might have spent his entire life serving the government, but he has the qualities I need. With his career, no one can find out about us. With his knowledge in the military field, he can be able to find out about the where and how the government runs their missile transaction.”

“This is bullshit, father!” He yanked. “I can do more than that. I have so many connections and I can find an answer even before he does.”

“Your anger will not only be the downfall of the empire, it will be the downfall of your life.” He cursed.

“Michael, for once in your life, shut the fu*k up and sit down.” Fred said.

Michael sat down.

“Thank you, Fred.” Said Mr Vito as he continued his words. “The empire will be handed over to Pablo as soon as I am buried. I expect the two of you to walk and support him so as to maintain the great name of the empire. Please, do not fight among yourselves for any reason. Any one who gets caught for his actions shall remain in the government’s custody forever. That is all I have to say, you all can go now. I need to get some rest.”

Michael didn’t wait a second, he stormed out if the room. Fred k×ssed his father on his forehead, and Pablo did the same too.

“Pablo, can I have a word with you?” Pablo turned to him, nodding his head. “I doubt there will be peace after I die. Michael has become a tough one, I fear what he will do after this. Nevertheless, you have to be strong for me and for your mother.”

Pablo nods his head again. “I will.”

“And… tell Ana I said hello.”

“I will.” He left the room, shutting the door close.

“Good bye, sons.” Those were his last words before he passed away.

The maid walked in a few minutes later, and not up to a minute, she s¢ræmed. On hearing her voice, every one knew what that s¢ræm meant. Pablo turned to go to his father’s room but Fred held him back.

“Let me go! Let me… go!!”

Fred ordered the boys to take the maid out of the room and lock the door, while he dragged Pablo to his room. Pablo wanted to open the door but he locked it. “Pablo, you have to calm down.”

“You get the fu*k out of my way, Fred!” He growled, but Fred insisted he should calm down.

“I know you’re angry and hurt, Pablo, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Father told me I shouldn’t let you walk in when he dies. He doesn’t want you to feel the pain, he wants you to move on.” Pablo angrily kicked his glass table, sending it to the ground.

Both the table and the flower vase shattered in pieces. He turned the chairs upside down, and he was going to ruin every thing in his room. Fred didn’t stop him, he left him to pour out his pains.

“If you really want to rule this empire, to complete what our father was unable to complete, then you have to become the man you are.” He said, and left the room.

Pablo s¢ræmed, falling to his knees. “No. No, no, no, no! No!! This shouldn’t be happening. No, this shouldn’t have happened.” He cried, painfully. Tears rolling uncontrollably down his cheek.

The pain… It hurts. For months, years he barely saw his father. He barely tasted a fatherly love. Now he has the chance to, it was taken away from him. He was taken away from him.

“Why… Why do you have to die? Why do you have to leave so soon? Why didn’t you stay a little longer… even if it’s only for a year?

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To Be Continued…