Dante Devil May Cry Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

My father’s voice was a menacing growl that swept me backwards from behind, flinging me to the side. I crumpled to the floor, a heap of a mess. “Father…” I called weakly, tears burning in my eyes as I watched him storm over to my mom that had jerked away from her crying position the moment he’d stormed in. That was who my father was. A merciless, evil man that stole people’s breath in fear and that menacing aura he carried. “Get out, Atlas,” he ground out in a cold voice, pausing a few feet away from my mother and keeping his hard gaze on her. “Go back to your room. Now.”

It was pointed at Vane. “The billionaire finally breaks,” Dante said, his accent thick, Italian layered with something harder. “The strategic mastermind finally becomes a weapon for his emotions. How disappointing.” “Dante,” Vane said from behind the pillar. “Still alive. Still obsessed with my father.” “Still obsessed with justice,” Dante corrected. “Your father took everything from me. Destroyed my family. Left me with nothing but the knowledge that he was a coward who hid behind seventeen year old boys to do his dirty work.”

“That you’re their father doesn’t also give you the right to waltz into my home and make demands for the children I gave birth to and raised for years. You know nothing about them. Heck, you don’t even know their names.” “Liam, Michael, and Nathan.” The names of my sons rolled off his tongue, and I blinked. How the heck did he know? Oh, right, he said he dug into my past. The thought of how much he knew about me irked my skin. “And that makes you what? The perfect father?” I scoffed, and a dark look crossed his face. “And you think you’re better?” Dante shot back. “I don’t think a woman who agrees to take advantage of a man’s drugged state and have sex with him for money should even be allow

“I gave you all that you needed while growing up Dante! “You didn't give me mum! You took her away! You brought in another woman and made her torment me! You beat Mum at every opportunity, you killed her! You drove a knife into her neck and slited her into two and you brought her blood back home to me after finding out that I saw you! You made me a mafia! You almost turn me into a vampire! Screw you! He fired another shot and his bought knees met the ground His scream filled the air. Dante’s body thrilled with satisfaction washing over him. Seeing his father on both knees gave him the feeling he had always sorted for. “This is the monster you birthed, Romolu. And I can't deny that I love the

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

Dante was already there, sitting in his usual booth, but he wasn't alone. A man sat across from him—older, graying at the temples, wearing a suit that screamed money and authority. My blood went cold as recognition hit. Alpha Marcus Reeves. My father. And he was smiling at Dante like they were old friends.

I turned to see my father staggering into the doorway, his face pale and gaunt, his eyes bloodshot. “Dante,” my father rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. I whipped around to face the stranger, dread filling my stomach. Dante. That name... I’d heard it before. Whispers. Rumors. The man who controlled the city's underground. The most dangerous mafia boss in the city. Dante Moretti. My father’s debt suddenly took on a whole new, terrifying meaning. “You—” My father stumbled forward, falling to his knees in front of Dante. “Please... please, I just need more time.”

"You are going to be a nightmare of a father, aren't you?" Dante went still. The word father seemed to have taken him back a bit. He looked at the crib, then back at me. "I am a man who protects whatever I find valuable." He admitted. His voice was clean as if he meant every word. "I don't know how to be anything else." He stepped into my space and reached out, his large palm finally settling over my bump. He didn't move. He just let the heat of his hand seep through my clothes.

Father’s fingers were covered in blood as he tried unsuccessfully to stop the bleeding. “Get me help,” he gurgled, red covering his chin. We could call the famiglia doctor or even an ambulance. We weren’t going to do either. I knelt and leaned my head over his until his orbs focused on mine. “I’ll see you in hell.” His eyes opened wide. His words grew more difficult to understand. “You’d betray me?” Dante turned to me. “He seems fucking surprised.” “There’s your weakness, Father,” I said. “You taught us to be heartless. You were too good of a teacher.”

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.