Novel & Cerita Covet Me Father By Thegunnen

"Booker Group in Pemberton is very interested in your profile. Would you be interested in giving it a try?" Back then, I still wasn't ready to meet Edgar, so I turned it down. All these years, it felt like there was someone watching over me and quietly giving me a helping hand from behind the scenes. At first, I felt unsettled because the word "father" was simply too foreign to me. Later, I felt anger. Why was he always lurking in the background, sitting up in his company, all distant and untouchable? It was as if he'd simply erased Grandma's death from his mind, like it had never happened.

Mr Jones Vones followed his father and fell to his knees as his father sat. "I love you and I need you to be strong that is why I am doing this. Now, enough talk. Let us begin. Grab a gun over there" his father commanded. Mr Jones Vones stood to his feet. He suddenly had an idea as he walked over to the table that had a gun on it. He would point the gun and ask him to release his girlfriend. His father was a violent man and so he would use a violent means to get results from him. Yes!

It's a special gun. You'll get it once you learn how to use it. Stay safe, my son. We love you. The gun has my name carved on it. Declan Serano

“You killed her goddamn father.” And as I spin around on my heels, I have a rather intimidating Glock that is in line with my head. Well, I did not see this one coming, yet one can say that it is rather deserved. So with eyes that are nothing but raging with fire, the bearer of that gun speaks with a determined voice. “Now it is said, well the word out is that Colton Cruz, or should I say, Kole Venditti, has become a ruthless opponent to reckon with.” With one slight adjustment of the hand, it continues, “I, myself, would like to say ruthless killer, but then we all know Vic Stone, you would never have walked out there alive.”

Vincent POV “I’ll make it simple for you. One or two. Pick one.” The man holding the gun smirked. “We don’t have all day.” I turned to my father. Fear was clawing inside me. He would stop this. He had to stop this. But then, he spoke. “One.” And in that moment, my world burned. BAM! The gunshot rang through my head, yanking me out of the nightmare I had seen a thousand times. The soft breath against my naked chest made me feel relaxed and warm.

A very unhealthy amount of rage. “Two…” I raise the gun higher, aiming it at his skull. “Fine! Fine. I’ll confess!” I lower the weapon by a fraction, my gaze narrowing on him. But for the barest of seconds, panic seizes my insides. Am I ready to hear this? Am I ready to accept that my own father might have molested the love of my fucking life? “Start talking.” My voice is scary low, my gun still cocked. Henry Montessori looks me right in the eyes, no iota of guilt in his gaze or tone.

"Your father owes me money, a lot of it. And time is running out." Just then, the door behind Damien swung open, revealing dad bound and gagged, his face pale and drawn. A chill ran down my spine as I saw the fear in my father's eyes. Damien smirked. "I suggest you cooperate, sweetheart. For your father's sake."With a swift movement, Damien reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. The cold steel glinted in the dim light as he pointed it at my father. My world seemed to freeze as I stared at the gun.

My father says playfully as my mother giggled and whipped him playfully with the rag she had in her hand to whipe the tables with. A knock could be heard at the door before my father had a chance to sit down to enjoy the meal that my mother spread out on the table, "Seems as though we might have a visitor tonight, perhaps the council my boy?" He says as he smirks to me causing me to grin "Possibly father!" I jump up from my chair to join him when there was a gunshot to be heard as I turned the corner only to find my father staggering back as my mother screamed from the sound, everything went silent as my body went into shock, there was a man holding a pistol that looked to be drenched at the

I grip the gun tight refusing to display my fear on the gun. My father turns to me, his eyes narrowing. "You missed. That's unacceptable. You need to learn to control your emotions and aim better. Who is she to you?” I swallow empty air as I contemplate on what exactly to say. I remember Butler Long telling me father does not believe in true love but I love Driya too much to deny her. “She’s the mother of my lover.” I put the gun down and straighten my spine. I will not show my fears in front of this man.

I grabbed his collar and growled through clenched teeth, "If anything happens to my daughter, you won't be able to pay for it either." Then I drove my fist straight into his face. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of something in his hand: keys. My vision turned red. I shoved him to the ground and ripped the keys from his grip. "A BMW!" This was the very car in which Ginny was trapped. Shanon's face drained of color. She hastily ended the livestream and lunged at me like a madwoman, snatching the keys back. "Leomund! Are you insane? Do you know how much money this stream could make? It's just a little heat! She's not going to die!"