Blue Bloods Sins Of The Father Novels & Stories

Victor’s eyebrow lifted slightly—noting the contained explosion. “Mother had nothing to do with your sins in this world, Father.” Victor studied his eldest son. “Whose side are you on, Dante? This family—or that woman?” Elena’s name didn’t need to be spoken. Both of them knew who stood at the center of this tension. Dante clenched his fist. The anger inside him wasn’t burning. It was solidifying—slowly, into something far more lethal than fire. “I am always on the side of this family,” he said, voice edged like cut glass. “But this family was not built on the bodies of innocent women. Not under my leadership. Too much blood has already been spilled for the Salvatore name. I will not add more

My eyes stayed void of any emotion, but I felt my mind whirling with questions. “What about the male?” I asked and a malevolent smile spread on my father's lips. “Well son, he is of no value to me, but he is the only one that has the girl's trust. That's where you come in, spend time with her, get her to open up to you, lead her on. Anything you have to do to get her to trust you more. When she comes running to you instead of him as trouble strikes then we will execute the boy." I nodded my head at my order, knowing there was no disagreeing with him. The thought of getting anywhere near the Blue blood made my skin crawl. The blue bloods carried sorrow and chaos in their wake, it's why everyo

After all, there was little sense in dragging others into the focal point of my fate—a fate heavy with the sins of my father. The outline of the Elders' city emerged intricately against the morning light. I clutched my father’s journal tightly under the folds of my cloak. Its presence was both a source of comfort and a haunting reminder of the legacy I had inherited. My father had managed to evade justice for the crimes he committed, shaping me into a creature burdened by the weight of his misdeeds. Yet, the irony remained—I would come to answer for his sins, to face a judgment of which I was not the architect.

The sound of his lungs fighting to survive. I look down at my hands that have dried blood then I look at my father. Pleasure is evident on his face. He's clearly enjoying all this, what sort of person enjoys seeing other people on pain. His own flesh and blood in pain. A man who careless disregards people's lives. He's here greedily sucking up all the air in place of my mother and my sister. I feel my rage build up. He expects me to run away and let him live when he ruined me, when he took away my family.

That he killed without mercy. But he had never touched a soul—an innocent soul. Every single blood that rested on his hands were blood of the people he couldn’t forgive. The blood of the people who did the things they shouldn’t have done and mostly didn’t seek repentance. The weight of that truth rested heavy in his gut, but it was a truth he carried without shame. Drystan let out an exhale. “My father killed your father. Does that make me your father’s killer?” The question was deadlier than Rocco expected.

He lamented. Alan stared at the man. He never failed to notice how very different he and the man looked. Where his father's eyes were plain brown, his own were icy blue. Where his father was graced with her black hair, tinted with silver due to old age, Alan was gifted with blonde hair that glistened. "First, she is not my stepmother. I told you that already. How can someone I'm older than be my stepmother?" He protested. He stood upright, instantly towering above the man. He shook his head.

"Just a small misunderstanding. But we fixed it. I took care of it." ​I felt sick. I took care of it. He was lying right to his family's face to cover up cheating on me with Chloe. ​Alexander finally took his eyes off me. He looked slowly at Leo. A cold, dark, and cruel smile touched the corner of the Godfather's mouth. ​"Are you sure you took care of it, Leo?" Alexander asked softly. "Because when a man does not know how to handle what is his... someone else will always step in and take it."

After that, I hid in the shadows, watching to see who would come for the money. An hour later, a dark figure arrived—and judging by his appearance, it was indeed Darren! He hurriedly went back into his car as soon as he collected the money. Then, he took a wad of cash and handed it to a woman in the passenger seat. I focused on the woman, took a closer look, and realized that it was Lola! To think that Darren would use his own daughter to blackmail me like this!

It made her so disgusted and even imagining his hideous expression right now, she wanted to vomit just hearing his spiteful voice made her sick. “Poor girl, I heard you are in a comma. Why are fighting too hard with your awful destiny? You know what? You are suffering because of the sins of your father. Since you are his daughter, you are getting all the karma that was supposed for him.” Maybe the Senator was right but she could not process everything. Everything her father did was all done and she could not go back and control the situation. Though Senator Meyer had someone to blame, her mind was opposing him. She blamed not her father but Bill Sky.

I froze. The breath locked in my throat. The room seemed to spin on its axis as the words burned into my mind like molten iron. The old Alpha Crimson sold us out... Malakai, Kieran, and Silas’s father. The late Alpha who had ruled the Crimson Moon Pack before his sons took power. He was the traitor who had handed my father over to the High Council’s executioners. He was the reason my royal bloodline was slaughtered, the reason my mother was forced into servitude, and the reason I had spent nineteen years in a freezing cellar being whipped like a stray dog.