Did Geto Kill His Parents Novels & Stories

"Your father… he had enemies, sure. But there was one—one who wanted him gone for reasons beyond business." Skylo tensed beside me. "A name," he demanded. The man licked his lips, glancing around like he expected someone to jump out of the shadows. I grabbed my gun and placed it on the table with a soft thud. His eyes snapped back to me. "Do not waste my time," I warned. He swallowed. "Deigo Reynolds killed your parents" He mentioned and the immediately the whole room went dead silent. I stared at him, my grip tightening. What the hell was this fucker talking about .

Finally, he lays his eyes on Sante, who has remained with closed eyelids for twelve years. Douglas sits down in the chair beside the bed and takes his father's hand in his, so fragile, with bones protruding to the skin, and veins that have tubes connected to it. “Theodor is dead, Dad.” Douglas says in a low, sad voice, “Gioacchino killed him.” As much as he didn't want to admit it, there was a vain hope that his words would reach his father and bring him out of the coma he had been in all this time, but nothing happened. And even if that foolish expectation has not been realized, he can't feel even disappointed.

"He disowned them. Made them disappear. And my father saw his chance. He got rid of the problem-the parents. And he took the only valuable thing left. The baby. A living piece of the Marchetti family. That note, 'Favor to V'? It was a boast. It meant, 'I have the blood you threw away." The truth sliced through me, cutting two ways. My parents were not killed by one bad man. They were crushed between two. Roderick Thorne set a trap. Carlo Marchetti's pride locked them inside it. They never had a chance. "So when Marchetti found me years later..." My voice shook.

I asked. Giovanni stepped forward. “Forged.” “The witnesses?” “Paid,” Paolo added. “The driver?” Nazyr’s voice was cold. “Executed.” My stomach turned. I closed the folder carefully. For a moment, no one spoke. Then I looked up. “My father didn’t just kill my mother,” I said evenly. “He murdered my lineage.” Nazyr inclined his head. “And claimed her child as his trophy.” I felt Erico stiffen. “Not anymore,” I said.

I could have watched my mum get defiled, sexually abused, and perhaps they would have killed her too and me next. She fought and we’re still here today. Cass Moretti and Owen Moretti didn’t make it. How could Enzo spit on the memory of his dead parents? It disgusted me and if it were up to me, a slap would be the tip of the iceberg of what he would be getting from me. “I didn’t know until.” “A few weeks ago you would have told us immediately you found out but you didn’t. You brought a daughter of a traitor to our house, our home, brought her into the business, now even her sister is getting married to my son.”

"What did you just say, damn it?" screamed Caraline with her hands already clenched into fists. "How could you do this to everyone who doesn't even have anything against you?" Diego laughed. "I don't care about other people. As long as I get what I want, that's enough for me. I could easily ruin someone's life or even kill them if I wanted to. You know, I even killed my father when I was a teenager. My asshole father always beat me up when I made the slightest mistake. I killed him by crashing the car I was driving with my father into a ravine. I survived and he burned to death in the car."

I’ll torture him until he begs me to kill him. “But the worst part was…” She couldn’t continue. She was sobbing and I had to hold her to make her stop. “Shhh… It’s okay.” She let me go and she wiped the tears from her face. “The worst part was he was the one who killed my parents.” My eyes widened. I looked over at Niccolo and Primo and they were both surprised. “What do you mean? I thought the Bratva killed your parents?” She shook her head. “It was him. He admitted everything. In order for him to become the Capo, all the male family members of the Capo should be dead. He thought that if he killed my father, it’ll be easier for him to kill Papa and Salva.” I was beyond mad. I had the urge t

But then Theo pointed at the fifth name. “Look at that,” he bit out. I did. Ronald Belluci. His father! I looked up at him, horrified. Theo's smirk was completely wiped off and replaced with a sneer. “They were all there that night, Jess. My dad. My mom. Your parents. Half of the people in my biker crew lost their families in that massacre. And it was your husband who pulled every trigger.” I shook my head, even though part of me already believed it.

When they settled back on the sofa, sipping glasses of wine and Toby gave her a pointed look she smiled – a humorless kind, knowing she had to tell her friends her story – at least the one she could bear to tell. "My parents are dead…." She started. Nina gasped. Toby worked his jaw. His eyes grew dark and his eyebrows furrowed. "They were killed… on my birthday alongside my entire pack… and I am the shithead who caused this spiral effect of insecurity here. I killed the Lycanthrope tyrant. His name was Roffe Barther. He was the one who decimated my family." "Holy hell!" Toby exclaimed with a widened gaze. Nina got up and hurried to Eirika to wrap her up in a hug.

The TV was turned on again and this time, the entire scene of how her parents died displayed on the screen. Her Father owes too much debt to the wrong set of people, the German mafia. Those pricks show little to no mercy on anyone, especially on those who owe them money. Uncle Dante, {my dad's younger brother} and I had gone to save them and also pay off their debt, but we were late. The Germans had already killed her parents and took her captive. “I would have forgiven you, but….” I saw her eyes went wide with fear, and terror. “You had the guts to plan against my woman?” I roared followed by my clean shot on her shoulder, immediately cutting a vein as blood pumps out of her shoulder.