Novel & Cerita Erin Moriarty Blood Father

"I prefer your mother's tight little ass bent over my desk. And I did fuck her in the ass. She needed to be taught a lesson—" "You're a fucking liar! A goddamned fucking liar!" They held me tight. I heard the click of a gun being cocked and felt the cold steel of it behind my ear. "I don't want a mess in my office, boys," Moriarty said, calm as could be. He returned his full attention to me. "See, I did keep my word. I did forgive his debt. That time. But your father didn't learn. When she came to me again, well, there's just so much a man can do for used-up old pussy, isn't there?"

Added recently, when the adoption agency compiled their records. Note: Confidential informant later identified perpetrator as Roderick Thorne, acting on personal vendetta against Carlo Marchetti. No charges filed. The case remains closed. Roderick Thorne. My father. The man who had built an empire on blood. The man who had killed her parents because they were connected to his enemy. She set the papers down. "Liam." "I know." "Your father killed my parents." "I know." I looked at him. His face was pale, but steady.

I called Mori to come near me, he looks at me and at the Doctor before walking near me. "Do you need anything, Miss?" He asked me, I nodded. I was kind of hungry and tired but I need to finish this hurriedly. It's been a month since he went on hiding and I think of way why but knowing Livv he sure has a plan and I made sure I am way steps ahead of him. I don't want to risk it again. My mother who was the daughter of the first and well-known Mafia from the family of Moreiti has its perks, and I being the daughter inherited her crown as the head of Moreiti that was passed for generations of the firstborn girl in the family was bound to lead the family, it was weird at first to know that the fa

"But not anymore. I refused to be a pawn in your game, and tonight it all comes to an end." "Whose blood are you covered in?" Mrs. Martin inquired, and I flashed her a grin. I aimed my gun at her face. "Take a stab at it, Mrs. Martin, but I will tell you." I am drenched in the blood of the man you claim to be, my biological father. "I slew that molesting son of a bitch's throat and watched him choke on his blood, and it gave me nothing but satisfaction!"

His eyes were a storm of pain and fury. "The baby survived, Ivy. My father intended to kill it, but he couldn't. He was a monster, but he had a twisted sense of legacy. He realized that a child of St. Claire blood, raised under the Moretti name, would be the ultimate revenge. He wanted a sleeper agent in the enemy’s heart." Ivy looked at him, the realization dawning on her like a slow-motion car crash. "You... you’re the child?" Dante laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "No, Ivy. I am a Moretti. Through and through. I am the son of the man your father betrayed."

Well, not like my dad wasn't normal but he was facially fearful. This didn't seem to affect her. She didn't cower like I expected. "Morretti? Hmm! The only "M" I remember is Moxley and for all I know, I assassinated him. He was a bastard." Father said casually. I knew he did that to instill fear in her. However she seemed intrigued. "So you just go ahead killing anyone not minding if they had a family or something?" She questioned, her voice thick and serious. "I heard he had a daughter. Rumors. I don't believe that shit" My father shrugged. "His wife was also as dirty as he was and so I made sure she got her death slow and steady. I wished I didn't kill her by a car accident"

Then, it was like a dream. My father’s company went bankrupt within a few days. The Lemche Clan sent their best team of werewolf lawyers to help me collect evidence and prove two murders: one was the death of my mother—my father had killed his mate and bribed a dying rogue to cover it up. He used all the compensation he received from the pack to start his business. The other was the death of Darcy Perkins. He had discovered something suspicious about my mother’s death and started a secret investigation. Unfortunately, my father found out and used the same brutal method again. An outstanding young man was brutally murdered in the prime of his life. Of course, my stepmother was an accomplice.

"That's impossible. You have to be wrong, Emory isn't the type to—" "T-the baby needed blood and my blood isn't compatible with hers. The real father of the baby is inside the operating room right now, and he is giving her his blood." "I-I can't believe it. E-emory? H-how could she? I thought she had morals, I thought she frowned upon infidelity when she found out Elle was cheating on you. Was it all a lie? Why would she do this to you?"

My father says as he pulls a piece of paper from his large folder laying it in front of the Connery's. " I'm well aware of the code Mr. Alarick. But that still doesn't explain why we're here." Mr. Connery replies. "Well you see your son recently attacked Miss Keneally and had it not been for my wife with the help of my son here she would have died."My father says as he places photo after photo of Luna's mangled body down in front of them. Mrs. Connery gasps in horror at the pictures before her.

At the bottom of the last page, signed in dark, dried blood, is a name I haven't heard in twenty years. "Your father didn't die in the Eastmoor Quarter, Darcy," Kieran says, his dark eyes searching my face as my breath hitches in my throat. "Malcolm Ashford sold your bloodline rights to the Black Sun Council twenty years ago. And the man who bought them... is sitting in the VIP box at the Gilded Crown right now, waiting for you."