Requiem of The Godfather: Price of a Memory
Eduardo died as a loser on an old pier, beaten to a pulp for refusing to sell his wife’s honor. Yet an ancient artifact revived him through the System of Equivalent Exchange. Eduardo was granted the power to rule the criminal underworld, but at a horrifying price: every inch of power he seized had to be paid for with fragments of his own memories.
From his last ragged breaths, Eduardo built an empire. From the blood of his enemies, he forged luxury for the family he loved. But as he climbed the throne as Italy’s supreme Godfather, he realized a bitter tragedy. The wealthier his family became, the more they turned into parasites, ravenous for riches and indifferent to Eduardo’s body as it slowly hollowed out. Amid betrayals of blood and the cold crack of a sniper’s bullet, Eduardo must choose: to die as a man forgotten, or to pass his darkness into the right womb.
A blood debt can be repaid, but the price of a memory lasts forever.
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Chapter: Ch 27.Casino Assault (Part 1) The sky above the central district had burst open. A violent storm lashed against the glass walls of the skyscrapers, forming a curtain of water that reduced visibility to just a few meters. Lightning split the sky at intervals, illuminating the grand silhouette of The Grand Shark Hotel & Casino, standing like a steel fortress in the middle of a concrete ocean. At the top of the Artha Graha building, 650 meters away, Freya lay perfectly still. Her body was concealed beneath thermal camouflage, blending seamlessly with the shadow of a massive water tank. Her CheyTac M200 Intervention sniper rifle, specially modified by Belerik with a military-grade suppressor, was locked onto the coordinates of a basement ventilation window. Through her digital scope, Freya monitored every movement of the guards in the hotel lobby. “Eagle eye in position,” Freya’s voice came through the encrypted radio channel, flat and controlled. “Target is static. Night shift guards just rotated. You
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: Ch 26. Decapitation Startegy The basement of the hilltop mansion had undergone a total transformation. The scent of fresh paint mixed with the warm, metallic smell of overheated electronics filled the expansive space, roughly the size of a small basketball court. At its center stood a holographic table, an illegal masterpiece assembled by Belerik, projecting a three-dimensional map of The Grand Shark Hotel & Casino, the heart of Claude’s power in the central district. Eduardo stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the cold mahogany edge. Around him, his core team had gathered for the first time as a unified, lethal unit. Gord sat to his left, casually sharpening his new combat knife with a whetstone, the rhythmic scrape cutting through the silence. To the right, Belerik continuously adjusted his new glasses while scanning streams of data on a transparent tablet. And in the darkest corner, leaning against a concrete pillar, stood Freya. Dressed in gray tactical gear, her sharp eyes remaine
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: Ch 25. Blind SpotThe rattling descent of the service elevator felt like an iron coffin sliding into a grave. Inside, a suffocating silence wrapped around the three men who had just escaped death. The sharp scent of gunpowder still clung to Eduardo’s suit, mixing with the metallic tang of blood from his torn shoulder and the sour stench from Belerik’s soaked pants.Belerik leaned his head against the elevator wall, breathing hard. “We almost died... Eduardo, we really almost died. That bullet... it was just centimeters from your brain.”Eduardo said nothing. He stood straight, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers ticking down on the digital display. His wounded shoulder throbbed, not with ordinary pain, but with a hot, itching sensation as his cells were forced to regenerate by the system. The torn flesh slowly sealed itself, leaving dried blood crusted against his white shirt.“I don’t like this, Boss,” Gord muttered, checking his small Glock. “We’ve got muscle, we’ve got guts, but we’re blind. We can’
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: Ch 24. Dinner with the Devil Le Sommet Restaurant stood arrogantly atop the tallest skyscraper overlooking the heart of the city. This was not merely a restaurant, it was neutral ground for elites, corrupt politicians, and businessmen whose hands were dirtier than soot. Here, candlelight reflected off pure silver cutlery, and the clinking of crystal glasses seemed to muffle the sound of shady transactions taking place at every table. That night, Eduardo had rented the entire private wing on the east side. He sat at the head of a long table draped in spotless white linen. Dressed in a bespoke midnight-blue suit worth the equivalent of a dockworker’s ten-year salary, Eduardo looked like a prince of darkness waiting for his subjects. “Damn... Boss, what kind of place is this? The floor’s so slippery I’m scared I’ll fall and break a plate that probably costs as much as a motorcycle,” Gord muttered as he entered awkwardly. His black tuxedo looked like it was strangling his massive frame. His tie was crooke
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: Ch 23. The Mansion on the Hill The first light of dawn slipped shyly through the four-meter velvet curtains in the master bedroom of the hilltop mansion in the elite sector. Eduardo woke not because of an alarm, but because of his predator’s instinct, still alert even as his body sank into a king-size bed worth hundreds of millions. Beside him, Emily was still asleep, her breathing steady, her face looking ten years younger without the lines of worry that usually marked it back in their old rented house. Eduardo rose slowly, his feet touching the thick wool carpet that felt like clouds. He walked to the balcony and slid open the soundproof glass door. The cold morning air cut against his skin, but he did not shiver. His gaze immediately dropped to the massive iron gate in the distance, where two men in black suits stood guard with their hands behind their backs. “This is what you wanted, right, Grandpa?” Eduardo muttered. In the corner of the balcony, the silhouette of Grandpa Antonio appeared, sitti
Last Updated: 2026-03-18
Chapter: Ch 22. Territorial Expansion The aftermath of last night’s massacre at the fish warehouse still hung like a lingering trauma over the North Harbor. News of The Butchers’ destruction spread like a cholera outbreak, infecting every corner of the docks, from the mouths of porters to the ears of high-level logistics tycoons. No one knew who was responsible. They only called him “The Ghost,” a figure that arrived with fire and left behind piles of unrecognizable corpses. That morning, Eduardo stood on the balcony of a container office overlooking the loading docks. He wore a pitch-black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, concealing the “metamorphosis” scars that had now healed flawlessly. A lit cigar rested between his fingers, its smoke dancing in the sea breeze that carried the scent of salt and diesel. “Boss, they’re all gathered downstairs. Ten of the biggest wholesale shop owners and three trucking bosses,” Gord appeared from behind the steel door, wearing a safari suit that looked slight
Last Updated: 2026-03-17
Midnight Driver: Five Stars or Die
Los Angeles, the City of Angels... fallen.
Beneath the glow of Hollywood lights and the eternal gridlock of the I-405, there is a world that moves in silence. Raymond Vance is not an ordinary rideshare driver. He is a Ghost Driver, available only through the RideShare app’s Dark Mode between 12:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m.
The rules are simple and absolute:
Don’t ask.
Don’t look back.
Change of plan equals ten times the fare.
That night should have been easy. Pick up a passenger in Downtown LA, drop them off in Santa Monica. Instead, the passenger who gets in is Leo, a ten-year-old boy with autism, clutching a military-grade encrypted tablet.
Seconds later, an armored SUV owned by a Private Military Contractor slams into the side of Raymond’s car. Leo is not just a child. He is the Master Key sought by Mexican cartels and corrupt California senators.
Dragged into a lethal conspiracy, Raymond is forced to push his Dodge Charger through the streets of California. There is no government support, no law. Only asphalt, gasoline, and bullets.
Tonight, there is only one choice: a five-star rating, or die on the streets of LA.
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Chapter: Ch 27. The Concrete LabyrinthNight in Chinatown was never truly silent. Under Level 4 lockdown, however, the remaining noise had thinned to the static hum of city loudspeakers and the distant thrum of helicopters circling overhead.Ray switched off the main headlight of his trail bike. He relied on the faint glow of red lanterns swaying in the night wind and the neon haze from restaurant signs that still flickered weakly, displaying Mandarin characters that looked like secret code in the darkness.Chinatown was a maze of concrete and red brick. Its alleys were narrow and twisting, often ending in dead walls or rusted emergency staircases. For police or mercenaries driving large vehicles, this place was a logistical nightmare.For Ray, it was protection.“Leo, check the sector ahead. Any heat signatures?” Ray asked. His voice was nearly drowned by the low rumble of the engine he kept idling quietly.Leo clutched his tablet tightly. Blue light from the screen reflected in his glasses and across his tense face.“Two
Last Updated: 2026-03-09
Chapter: Ch 26. The Locked CityThe concrete channel of the Los Angeles River stretched like an open wound through the anatomy of a dying city. Its slanted walls, layered with graffiti, reflected the roar of Ray’s dirt bike, creating echoes that seemed to chase them from every direction. Above them, the sky over Los Angeles was no longer black. It burned a murky orange, a blend of light pollution, smoke from downtown fires, and the sweeping beams of helicopters scouring the canal like the wrathful eyes of a god.Ray pushed the bike hard along the dry riverbed, swerving around stagnant pools of wastewater and piles of discarded tires. The wound in his arm burned now, each pulse of pain beating in rhythm with the engine’s revs. He felt Leo clinging tightly to his waist, the boy’s small fingers digging into his leather jacket until his knuckles turned white.“Mr. Ray! Up ahead!” Leo shouted, his voice nearly swallowed by the wind.Ray saw it. On the overpass spanning the canal, tactical units were fast-roping down, des
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: Ch 25. The New RateThe sky along the eastern horizon of Los Angeles began to fade into a bruised gray-purple, a painful transition signaling that their night was nearly over. Ray brought the dirt bike to a stop beneath the shadow of an abandoned overpass on the edge of the warehouse district. The hiss of the overheated engine became the only sound in that isolated stretch of concrete.Ray dismounted stiffly. Blood had seeped through the bandage on his left arm, spreading into a dark red pattern across his leather jacket. Dizziness pressed against his skull, the cost of blood loss and fading adrenaline. He leaned against one of the bridge’s concrete pillars, trying to steady his shallow breathing.Leo climbed off behind him, his face looking ten years older than it should have. He glanced at Ray, then at Ray’s phone mounted on the handlebars. The Car Gow app was still active, displaying the coordinates in the middle of the Mojave Desert, now eighty
Last Updated: 2026-02-28
Chapter: Ch 24. A Brief Interrogation Dawn crept over the outskirts of Los Angeles, the air growing colder and sharper by the minute. Ray brought the stolen dirt bike to a stop in the shadow of a scrap container in an industrial waste yard. His breathing was heavy, each inhale slicing through his chest like a blade. The metallic scent of dried blood on his face and shirt mingled with the gasoline fumes rising from the still-hot engine.“Get off, Leo,” Ray ordered. His voice was hoarse, nearly a death whisper.Leo dismounted awkwardly, his legs trembling slightly as they touched the ground. He clutched his tablet as if it were his own heart. He watched Ray stagger toward one of the mercenaries Ray had dragged and tied behind the bike, a reckless move he had made while fleeing the warehouse to secure answers.The man in tactical gear lay facedown on a pile of discarded tires. He was still breathing, though shallowly, each breath punctuated by a gro
Last Updated: 2026-02-27
Chapter: Ch 23. Dead-End Alley The old warehouse felt like a vast concrete coffin. The scent of dust that had settled for decades was disturbed by the lingering heat from the tow truck’s diesel engine, which had sputtered earlier. Ray stood in the shadow of a rusted shipping container, regulating his breathing until it was nearly inaudible. His left arm, wrapped in bandages, was beginning to stiffen, but his fingers still gripped the handle of his Glock 17 tightly. “Leo, stay where you are,” Ray whispered into the small radio linked to Leo’s tablet. “They’re above you, Mr. Ray,” Leo’s voice trembled in Ray’s ear. “Their heat sensors are sweeping from the roof. They’re moving toward the vents.” Ray looked
Last Updated: 2026-02-26
Chapter: Ch 22. Damage The silence that settled after the SUV’s engine died felt more painful than the gunfire had. Beneath the massive span of the Sixth Street Bridge, heat shimmered from the warped hood, carrying the scent of scorched metal and the sickly sweetness of radiator fluid. Ray slumped against the torn driver’s seat and let his head hang for a moment. The adrenaline that had been hammering through his veins ebbed away, leaving behind crushing exhaustion and a throbbing burn in his left arm. He looked down at it. His leather jacket was shredded, exposing a deep gash from a .50 caliber fragment. Thick red blood seeped through, soaking into his shirt. “Damn it,” Ray rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper dragged across wood. He turned to
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
