El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

"Dad, just a moment, calm down, I'm not leaving." I stood up, holding my stomach, suddenly there was a pain. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as dad stood up. " You don't know Alejandro Nerissa, that man is a demon. I know what he is doing to you here. So whether you like it or not, you will come with me and we will leave here. I'm back, so you have no debt to pay. " Suddenly, father seemed to lose himself and pulled out his hair.

My father ordered and one of his pack members that was held hostage was beheaded right in front of him and blood splashed on his face and on my father’s shirt. His eyes watered as he watched the poor man struggle headless on the ground. My father, who was enjoying the show, laughed heartily. “Are you still not going to drink this, or do you want another person’s head to be cut off?” My father asked, and waited for a few minutes. He got no response from Kyle, so he ordered again. “K×ll him…” “No. I’ll drink it.” Kyle growled, and my father cackled.

The sound ripped out of me before I could stop it. Vincenzo looked down at him like he was filth. “Any daughter?” he repeated softly. Then he grabbed Father by the collar and hauled him back upright with terrifying ease. “I do not conduct deals with substitutions.” My vision blurred. The cathedral tilted. This was too much. Too loud. Too violent. Father bleeding. Rosalina crying. Mirabella shaking. Black suits. Gun. Vincenzo Marazona. My stomach lurched violently. A hand flew to my mouth.

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

My father said nothing, just gave me a warm smile. I struggled harder against Marcus, desperate to be by my father's side, but I couldn’t. Then, in one swift motion, the axe came down, severing my father’s head from his body. I watched in horror as his head rolled on the ground, his lifeless body collapsing after it. I froze in shock, unable to process what had just happened. Should I scream? Cry? Get angry? I couldn’t feel anything. My father, who was alive just moments ago, now lay headless before me.

For one unbearable heartbeat, I saw my father standing there. Kael’s face was carved with pure agony as he watched his youngest son being dragged toward oblivion. His eyes met mine—the traitor and the brother who had tried too late. Corvin stepped into the portal. Obsidian light flared once, then collapsed inward, vanishing completely. The silence that followed was worse than the screams. Fire crackled softly. My lungs heaved as broken sobs tore free. I lifted my gaze to my father, waiting for the killing blow, waiting for him to finish my banishment with death but Kael didn’t move.

he snapped at me, and I shook my head. "No, you’re mistaken," I snapped, just as he stepped closer. "Enough! I do not enjoy anyone playing with my intelligence. Do you think I'm a fool not to know you sought to escape?" he hissed at me, and my eyes widened as I looked at him. I stepped back as he moved forward. "Please, I beg you, let me go," I pleaded, even though I knew it was foolish to ask a father to betray his son.

Leo's POV The air in the transport van smelled like old cigarettes and bleach. My wrists were raw from the zip ties they had swapped for real cuffs an hour ago, but I didn't even care. I was actually smirking, staring out at the dark coastline as we blurred past. Papa. I knew it. There was no way a man with his reach was going to let his only son rot in a precinct cell because of some schoolboy drama. Noah Sinclair might have the money and power, but my old man had the kind of grease that made the world turn. I figured this was the play a midnight transfer, a disappearance from the books. Honestly I preferred my cartel Papa, to my biological parents. They just watched me get locked up by tha

My mind raced, wondering what it could be. Slowly, I unwrapped the package, my heart pounding. I opened the box, and my blood ran cold. Inside was my Zelda’s head, her eyes wide and vacant. I felt like I was going to be sick, the world spinning around me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, causing Madeline, my beta, and Zelda's father to rush inside. “What is it?” they both asked, their faces full of worry.

I said in a cold, rigid voice. "Samantha! You can't do this! You’re carrying my child!" David snapped, trying to use his authority as a husband to hold me back. I stopped, looking him straight in the eyes that were now filled with fear. "Your child? No, David. From this second on, this child has no father. This baby is mine alone. Go ahead, leave with what you’ve chosen, David." I turned and walked toward the house. Every step felt heavy, as if I were dragging thousands of tons, but I didn't stop. I ignored David's shouts calling my name repeatedly.