Covet Me Father By Thegunnen Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said as he stood by my side looking radiant, and I smiled. Knowing I’ll have to drug him tonight, Anita would work on that, make sure he was so drugged he wouldn’t be able to move, that way I would slip away. “I’m happy I could make your dream come true, alpha,” I whispered, and he smirked. “Come… the pack is waiting,” he spoke as he gave me his hand, and I took it as we strolled out of the room. “My father is so happy, he has promised you anything , you would want, anything at all, all you have to do is ask. An heir, an heir is what I would need, an heir sets everything right,” he whispered more to himself than to me.

“They’re on the way” He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it gently. Just then, Cole walked through the door followed by a very tall and very muscular dark-haired man. He had a short stubble and very bushy eyebrows. The mere sight of him was intimidating. Gunner stood up and embraced Cole and then the big man. I stood up as well and smiled at Cole. “Glad to see you’re doing better Zelena” He nodded at me with a forced half smile, “This is my father, Spartan” he pointed to the man beside him.

"How do you know?" "Because you're a coward." I walked past him. Sat on the couch. Picked up the gun. Checked the chamber like he'd done. One bullet. Just one. "You've always been a coward. You hide behind other people. My father. Your mother. The girls you trafficked." "I never hid from you." "You hid from everyone." I set the gun back down. "You let me believe Elias was my father. You let me mourn a man who wanted me dead. You let me grow up thinking I was alone."

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

My expression cooled when I realized it was a message from Vesper. I ignored it and dropped the phone back. The phone had barely touched the table when it began ringing. Checking, I realized it was still Vesper. I closed my eyes to suppress my anger and clenched the phone tight. "The bastard?" My father asked. "Hm." "Do you need me to send some men to cripple him. Just crippling, I promise." My eyes flickered. "Anyone would think we work with the Mafia." My mood lightened a bit. My father scoffed. "Dad doesn't mind collaborating with the mafia, you know?"

I say, gulping down more scotch. “And you marrying that American whore is disgusting! My daughter is a perfectly good match. If the issue is Night, marry her off to someone else, not your son Adamo.” I spot my father’s gun in its holster at his side, and snatch it from him fast, before he can protest. I cock the gun back and point it at Mr. Mancini, making him double back like the coward he is. “Marcel put the fucking gun down!” I ignore my father in a rage of my own.

Death, Hell, and I heard how his father order him and how her followed him fulling the trigger towards the man he care like a brother, we are blindfolded and we hope that time that he is not the one who really holds the gun but his last words toward us that night made us lose that one last hope. ‘I did it, because all of it just caused weakness in me. I’m River Cenon. Keep this in mind that I never saw you as my friend.’ He never saw as his friend and that what broke us the most, he uses to prove to his father that is not weak. I sigh and sit on the bed and type something and send it right away to him. To River: We don’t f*cking need information from you so stop texting me. After putting on

“Go to your room, Ruby. You’re not in the right state of mind.” “Anyssa this, Anyssa that. Always the golden child… never the one who fucks up. I thought with Mavis out of the picture, we would be even. But you got married to Ronan, and it pissed the fuck out of me,” she said, pulling out a gun. Everyone gasped. The servants shook in fright, and I could see the fear run through my father’s eyes. I slowly stood up, trying to hide the fact that I was scared for my life.

He liked to collect every type of gun and keep them in his study room. Seeing me taking the gun, they freaked out. The calm expression vanished into the thin air. I pressed the trigger and shot straight at him. I heard a scream, but it was not my father. It was the other devil. Because my father was a ruthless man who believed men should never cry or show their weakness to the other person, that made us the weakest creature in the world. My father was silent, but he sweated, and his face turned like a dead body. “Oops, missed a target," I mocked as I was playing with the gun, but they knew what I was doing.