I love and respect the work of the writers and producers of the Godfather movies and wouldn't dare copy their work, I do not own previous said work. Some of the character's are different than the original, with more comedy and with some serious moments in the story. This is my first story, so please comment. At first, it may be kind of boring but it gets better.

This story is about an Italian-American man, Michael Corleone a man who was powerful, fearless, determined, protected, and yet attractive. A man who had murder in his heart who really didn't have a heart until he met his wife Christina. Christina an American woman, a religious woman, a strong woman who was passionate, feminely tough, and one-of-a-kind, with an open, kind heart. A story about a mobster who fell in an everlasting love with an extraordinary woman that he loves to much to abandon.

The story takes off with Michael shooting a man who his wife used to date, but the story doesn't explore that until later.

It is late in the afternoon, Michael is standing with a gun in his hand, blood on his shirt and face and with bruises and even more blood on his fists. He stands with a bit of shock and liberation, he wipes his head with his sleeve and looks to the ground where a dead man lays. And in the background his bodyguards Tony and Al stand.

Tony: Boss?

Tony: Boss? We got to go.

Michael still looking at the ground, Al grabs Michael's arm slightly and Michael pulls his arm back taking a last look at the body. Michael looks at Tony and Al.

Michael: Don't tell my wife.

They all three leave in a hurry and head to Michael's home. They get to Michael's mansion where they're greeted by Michael's butler and maid.

Michael: Is Mrs. Corleone home?

Butler: No sir, she's with Mrs. Sonny at your brother's house making a dress.

Michael: Okay good, what time did she leave?

Butler: She just called ten minutes ago and said she'd be here within the hour.

Michael: Damn. Okay here, wash this.

Michael takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt leaving his undershirt and pants on and hands them to the maid then she walks away. Michael then whispers to Al.

Michael: Al clean this mess up and call me tomorrow.

Al: Okay, Mike.

Al and Tony then leave.

Butler: Anything else, sir?

Michael: Uh, if Christina gets here before twenty minutes are up, stall her.

Butler: Yes, sir.

Michael rushed upstairs to take a shower and change. After taking his shower he looks at his hands where his knuckles are bruised and cut.

Michael: Damn it.

Downstairs, Christina walks into her home where their butler Paul, is waiting.