Afton Family Michael Mga Nobela at Kwento

concerned. I turned to him, meeting his golden gaze. "I don’t get to rest until my sons are safe." Ashton held my stare for a long moment before nodding. "Then let’s get them back soon." I exhaled, finally looking away. Yes. Michael was dead. But his brothers were still breathing. And I wouldn’t stop. Not until I burned their entire world to the ground.

He looked at my mother, who was smiling. “At first I was mad when I learned what he was planning but Ashton and his father told us who he was. We weren't stupid; we knew who Michael Marino was or is. We didn’t know he was Ashton's uncle. Ashton and Adrian told us we shouldn't be afraid of him since he only harms those who harm him and his loved ones. That night I realized that they considered you a part of their family, especially when we learned he was the one that found you. I told your father we could be lucky that you had someone like him on your side, despite the fact that he is a mafia boss.” I couldn't say anything. I never thought my parents would accept someone like Uncle Michael.

Yes, I called my father, and we talked, ironed out whatever tension between us and I told him about the new development with Michael. He suggested I come home. And I didn’t refuse. Michael has after all taught me that family means everything to him, and I should also be like that with my own family—no matter what. I hear my room’s door open and jolt up, snatching the towel from the rail and wrapping it around myself as I hurry out of the bathroom. And instead of Michael, it’s that stupid, fucking piece of shit, Austin. His pupils dilate like the fucking wild animal he is who’s seen a prey to pounce on. The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk and he looks around the room.

"I wish it were in Los Angeles. Arizona is so rainy most of the times. But yes, I'm from the start-up company. We exchanged business cards at the dinner party from Mr Richard." Ah yes, the party I had skipped because I had a migraine that night. Michael had reported everything when he had gotten home; and had given me an even bigger headache that way, since I had tried to memorize everything. He had also told me about the women that had been glued onto his arm – especially Antonia. "I remember", Michael courtly replied and took my hand under the table. I wasn't jealous. I knew he wasn't the type to chase after women. He himself said he didn't want to be like his father.

“You’re certain?” He turned off the water. “Yes.” I studied him. Michael dried his hands slowly. “What brought that on?” “Jonathan.” His posture changed almost imperceptibly. “What did Jonathan say?” I looked down at the bottle in my hands. “He talked about Adrian. About helping him after the crash.” “And?” “And nothing.” Michael waited. I looked up. “Why?” “He has a complicated history with your family.” “You said that before.” “Because it is true.”

I stared at him, recognizing the pain I saw in his face when he spoke of Alex "I know what it's like to lose a child…" "That's enough!" he practically yelled, his angry tone practically swallowing mine. "Stay away from my family, and especially my grandson! You've ruined our lives enough! And you!" Michael turned to Connor, his posture incisive as if all of us there were just children, forced to obey him. "Go get Theodore right now! We're going home and Theodore will get his treatment at George's hospital! And that's final!"

Matthews suggested, offering them seats. “We don't need to talk about anything, it's simple, Michael is not ‘Jordan' or whoever they think he is!” Christine ranted, her voice full of anger and frustration. “Christine! Can you behave, we all knew Michael would someday find his real family and…” her father tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't have it. “No, dad, we are his family! Where were they when he was dying in the forest alone and barely breathing?” Christine continued around the room in fury as she pointed at each and every one in the room.

The thing that Abbie hated the most was Michael betraying her, so he had to find a breakthrough with this fact. Leonard immediately asked, "Does Michael have any other rumored girlfriends other than Azalea?" The assistant thought for a moment and replied, "He used to date someone named Anastasia, but they haven't been in touch recently." "Investigate Anastasia right now and use her to find a breakthrough!" When Michael returned to the Davis family's mansion at dinner time, he noticed how much older Wayne looked as he sat on the sofa wearily. Wayne stood up abruptly when he saw Michael come in, "You b*stard! Are you satisfied with how you destroyed our family like this?"

I closed my eyes. "Now I'll shed yours, sweetheart", he scoffed and caressed my cheek with his thumb. Suddenly a ray of moonlight fell on his face. His evil laughing face came in front of my eyes. "W-Who a-are y-yo-you?", I forced myself to speak. "Ashton kitten, Ashton Finn. Michael's elder brother and the leader of Red Eagle", he answered sincerely. 'Is he bipolar?' A shuddering breath escaped my lips when I felt him caressing the side of my left bosom from the fabric of my dress.

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"