Romans & histoires Covet Me Father By Thegunnen

Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, and when they do, I wink at her. Quickly, I lift my arm and press the gun in my grasp against the side of my father’s head, with my index finger resting on the trigger. “Long live the Defiant Queen, Zeynep Volkov, heir of the true Artemis ‘Wolf’ Volkov,” I say in a firm tone and pull the trigger, murdering my father.

Moving closer, I dropped my arms down to my sides and hid the gun behind “That’s right.” Blaze’s father sang in a raspy voice. “You die.” He gave the gun a little shake, but kept it aimed at her face. “Just like the Santino’s…and just like my son.” “Actually, you’re wrong…” My words echoed in the heavy silence. His head snapped my way, his beady eyes no longer on the gun in his hand. I waited, the pregnant pause even louder than my voice. Mykelle’s eyes scorched my face, but I didn’t dare risk looking away from Blaze’s father.

They all tuned the gun in his hand. His eyes blazing, cold. ‘"He was never my father." He said coldly. ............................................................ The cars pulled in front of the mansion. Mateo had his gun ready, but he had not fired it neither had Luca or Gianni but Marco. "He was never my father." Rang through Metteo’s head. He knew he’d only just met the man who had claimed to be his father, but he did not expect to shot him and blow his fucking brains out and splatter them across the walls of his study. He hadn’t long met his real father Gianni, but he and Gianni were both on the same page so why weren’t he and Raven?

His loud yet deep voice reverberated through the restaurant. “S-Sorry… I already changed my mind. I-I don’t want to give my daughter…” We were all surprised when all of a sudden, Vincent pulled out a gun and pointed it to my father’s head. “You know I hate people who break their promise. Now, just choose. Will you give me that woman or I’ll blow your brains out?” “Father!” “Honey!” “No! Please no!” I yelled. “I’ll go with you! I’ll go with you, just don’t kill my father please!”

I aimed at wema, the bullet barely brazed her ear and she screamed. Always screaming. She covered her ear, gripping father's suit and fuming at me. "Dune!!" Father yelled and my wolf snapped before my eyes. His cowered a bit, like he feared the very thing in me. "You weren't deaf when I claimed her as mine, were you?" Everyone went silence as I stepped closer to father who gnashed his teeth. "Get ready old man" I placed the nuzzle of the gun to his chest. "If anything goes wrong with her, you unleash the beast in me"

I tried to move for my father, but then one of Dante’s men pointed a gun at me. My father had collapsed on the floor, and he was bleeding from the head. Dante stared me down. “Do we have a deal or not? Because if we don’t, I’ll kill your father and come after your mother next. And if that’s not enough, then I’ll go to Uncle Donovan, Aunt Kelsey…and the list goes on and on.” “You’re a fucking psychopath.” “I know.” He continued to hold the gun steady. “Love makes us do crazy things.”

I gave her the warning, and I always stick to my word. “Well then” Gunner’s mother called happily with a clap of her hands, “I bet you’re hungry” she smiled down at me. I can see traces of Gunner in her smile and the twinkle of her eye. But it’s his father that he most resembles. The large man moved to stand next to his Mate, giving me the opportunity to look him over more closely. There was a large scar that ran from his lip, across his face and disappeared into his hairline. It made him look dangerous. The smile he wore didn’t hide his powerful aura, I could see right through the friendly persona he was putting forward. This man would kill anything and everything for the woman at his side.

We didn’t give a fuck. The ceremony had just begun. The priest had barely opened his mouth when the villa doors burst open. “You can’t do this!” my father bellowed, face red and hands trembling. Of course the bastard found us. I didn’t flinch, neither did I cry. I simply stepped closer to Dante, took his hand in mine, and turned to face the man who had sold me. “Leave,” I said. He lunged toward me. I gasped, but Dante didn’t hesitate. He removed his gone from his pocket swiftly. One gunshot is all it took for my father to drop to the marble.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you dead right now." Archer cocks his gun. "Because I'm the best shot for miles around." My father's eyes narrow and I notice his hand is shaking a little. He hasn't shot a man for a long while, normally relying on others to do his dirty work. I'm surprised he hasn't got back up, but perhaps he expected to just have to follow me and find me alone. "I love him, Father. That should be reason enough." My father glares at me. "Shut up! You can't love a fucking gringo."

The grip was as firm as iron shackles. “Leave, padre.” He roared in the same intensity and it was when I realized it wasn’t for me but for his father. I was frozen on my spot, his eyes throwing dagger at his own father. On the other hand, Lorenzo’s face turned red in anger and humiliation. “You dared to insult your father over an American who*re.” Lorenzo tried to match his intensity but it didn’t feel as scarier as the devil’s. I was watching the whole act like a mute spectator. But what Vincent did next, it made my eyes go wide in horror. He pulled out his gun and aimed at his father.