Covet Me Father By Thegunnen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What’ll it be?” “Tequila,” I said. The word felt foreign on my tongue. I’d never touched it, not once. I knew better-our family history was a long list of livers that failed before their time. But tonight, I didn’t care. Tonight, I wanted something strong enough to burn the betrayal out of my throat. “One shot?” I laughed bitterly. It sounded ugly, like something broken. “Keep them coming.”

Relief floods through me when Giovanni steps out of the vehicle; the dark circles around his eyes and his furrowed brow make my heart ache. “Look what the fuckin’ cat dragged in,” my father says, his grip on the back of my neck tightening. “Missin’ this?” Giovanni has his hands raised up in surrender. “This has nothing to do with her, Moretti; this is between you and my family,” he says as he slowly walks towards us. “Let her go and you can have me.” My father laughs and presses the gun against my temple hard. “And let go of my leverage? Let go of your one reason to live? I don’t think so,” he says, then he points the gun at Giovanni. “Anyone else in there?”

Some currency thief he had been too bold, too brave and too stupid to steal from the mafia but he was also too slow to disappear before my father found him. My father had said: “A Baranov boy becomes a Baranov man when he stains himself.” Then he handed me the gun. I remember the sound that night, the warmth. The way the man’s body jerked once, twice, then went still. I remember the silence afterward, the applause from the men watching. And I remember thinking to myself.. This is easy. Too easy. Is something wrong with me? But I didn’t feel guilt. Not then. Not later.

I blurted out. Jet shoot into a standing position like he had been shot. "He is your father as you have suspected, he runs an underground Mafia in New York City that deals with human trafficking, drugs, weapons, and slave trading" He glances at me. "I did not know who your father was until years back, the councils were attacking and taking over packs, and my parents were killed with some deadly weapons no one knew about. I started my research about the weapons and found out it was a gun, it was not just any kind of gun because werewolves could heal through the pain of a bullet but that was not the case, this bullet eats you from inside out" His voice dropped as if recalling something horri

…Trinity POV… Again. Again I have been ripped away from Colton, every time we get so close; then someone takes us away from each other. Colton just saved my life. Can my father not see that. But is it really true? Is Colton the Mafia Boss of the East? How is this even possible? “Daddy, what did Colton mean that he is Cole Venditti?”

When he looked back at my father, his expression went ice-cold. “Put the gun down,” he said, voice rough but steady. “It’s over.” My father smiled. A small, ugly smile that made my stomach twist. “It’s not over until I say it is.” He swung the gun toward Damien. “You should be dead. I paid a lot of money to make sure of it.” Damien took a step forward anyway. “Guess I’m harder to kill than you thought.” Everything exploded at once. My father pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder.

"It’s gone. Mira Moretti... She shot me. She told me to tell you...she’s coming for you." Father stood up so fast his chair hit the floor. His face turned a deep, angry purple. He didn't even look at the guard’s wound. He only cared about the millions of dollars turning to ash at the docks. "Toasted?" Father roared. his voice shook the room. "You let a girl burn my empire? You let that Moretti brat walk into my territory and light a match?" "There were too many of them, sir! We tried to…" "You tried?" Father reached into his waistband and pulled out his gold-plated gun.

"Am I? Then pull the cause." Celeste aimed her gun at him. Finger on the trigger. but she could not squeeze it. regardless of how difficult she tried. No matter how a great deal she desired to. Her hand just wouldn't circulate. "You notice?" Dr. Kavanagh said. "You are nonetheless mine." Damien improved. "But I am no longer." He pulled his very own gun. Aimed it at his father. Dr. Kavanagh's smile faltered for the first time. "Damien. Son. you wouldn't—”

father stuttered from his hiding place beneath the table. The man who had spoken stepped closer, his voice like ice. “You said you had something for me.” chills chased themselves down my spine as I heard my father sobbing. “I’m sorry!” father cried as the man pulled him out from beneath the table by the scruff of his neck. “You know how much I hate games Antonio” he said as he pointed his gun at father’s head with a steady hand. “Wait! Wait! Please!” father cried. I saw the fear in his eyes from my hiding place but nothing prepared me for his next words. “I-I don't have your money but I’ll let you take my daughter as collateral, just give me a little more time”

**Gideon’s POV** I am the new alpha of the Redwood pack, a title passed down to me by my father after he decided to retire. With my mother just put to bed, I now hold the distinction of being the youngest alpha. Even with this new responsibility, I’ve chosen to continue my schooling since I’m almost finished. On the first day back, as I stepped into the school compound, I noticed my wolf was unusually cheerful. “What’s going on?” I asked him, but he remained silent, clearly enjoying his secret. I brushed it off, knowing I would eventually uncover the reason behind his glee.