A Papa Novels & Stories

VALERIE’S POV I just sat there speechless as my mind tried to picture the scene. The scene of Hudson actually confronting my Papa, threatening him… but no matter how hard I tried, it just seemed so…weird. Was Papa exaggerating? “You know, aside from his…past with you, he actually is a good lad.” Papa continued, even smiling a bit as he spoke. Which made things all the more weird. “He is reliable, stable, a bit hot headed though and also very annoyingly confident!”

I hated him then and I hate him now, and for all that I still can't seem to bring myself to understand. Papa's breathing like a bear. He's a hairy man with dark tan skin from spending so much time outside. He's got on a short-sleeve polo shirt tucked into dark slacks and dark dress shoes and a watch that costs more than the car. His gold chain with the diamond-studded crucifix attached at the end is tucked into his shirt but he'll take it out and touch it and kiss it when it's time to do the deed. For good luck, he'll say. He loves that cross more than he loves me. He wouldn't sell that damn thing if someone put a gun to his head. I wish Manuel was here to tell Papa off.

He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight." Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking. He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms. His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"

A tear slips down her cheek, and then my mother snaps. “You should have known better, Paige!” my mother hisses, slamming her fork down. “Before you brought that bastard into our lives, you should have known what kind of man he really was. Even when someone pretends, there are always signs! But no, you were blinded. You let him ruin us. I’m ashamed to even call you my daughter.” Paige flinches, more tears spilling. My mother’s gaze shifts to me, suddenly warm, almost admiring and proud. “Look at Piper,” she says, gesturing toward Elijah. “She brought home a true gentleman. Even at first glance, you can tell he has a good heart. He’s human.”

my father told us but looking at me specifically and I wondered what this was about. My father and my mother are the perfect couple. I’m not sure personality wise but here in LA, it’s all about how you look together and my parents certainly got the memo. They compliment each other, in terms of complexions, height and looks. My father is tall and he stands at 6 feet, with deep dark rich skin and very strong facial structure. He’s got big broad shoulders and his body has been worked to perfection because my mother would never let anyone in this house look anything less than perfect. He’s got a bald head and a clean shaven face, he’s always dressed in designer and his got the loveliest and warm

Perla whispered as she turned around. "Papa P?" Bea wondered. "Papa Pogi, are you whining?" he said but he just grinned and looked at the young man again. "Thank you very much for visiting me Aldrin, but I'm busy right now." He said as he turned back. "I'm sorry Papa P, he needs to get all his goods down before he goes on a date with you." Perla said indignantly and the girl suddenly took her by the arm to return to their respective places.

Zeline's cell phone rings, the caller ID printed on her cellphone screen turns out to be a holy name that is very rare to call her. My Papa "Papa ..." muttered Zeline. Zeline's thumbs slide the cellphone screen to answer the holy call. "Hello, Zel. How are you, sweety?" "Very good, Pa. How is it going, Papa and Mama there?" "I’m good too. Papa is in New York with your mama. Papa will send tickets for you and your brother, so we gather here." "How long has Papa been there?" "Maybe a month. Papa is negotiating with the clients here to work together to open your mama's boutique.

I have so much on my hand right now and adding to it will just make things worse for me seriously when it’s a difficult task that requires patience but Papa doesn’t want that. Walking into the study room where Papa is, I speak in Italian, the only language he and I normally communicate with. "Buon pomeriggio papà, ho sentito che mi stai cercando. [Good afternoon Papa, I heard you are looking for me.]" My relationship with Papa is quite formal; it’s more like an employee and boss thing. It's not the typical father-son connection that you see in movies. It's all about professionalism and getting the job done.

What was the bully aiming at. Papa Boss, was that is new name now. How could he brand himself such a name. Papa boss was the name of a famous actor with a good heart. An actor who fought for the right cause throughput a famous serious. He wasn’t rogue, wicked and outrageous like a bully. That was an insult to the creators of that series and everything else.

I asked him . "Papa will come the day after tomorrow. I am missing the old man yaar. " he said. I smiled. His father is Shekhar Singh. I call him Bade Papa from the time I started to speak. Shaurya is very attached to him. He can do anything for his Papa and the same goes to Bade papa as well. He is the most easy going person with whom you can share anything and everything. He has the best suggestion for you in every situation.