Eugene Infamous: Second Son Novels & Stories

But I’m happy with how things presently are. Eugene is back to work and smoothly took over from where his father progressed. He was more determined than I’d ever seen him before, and he came home early every day. Well, Eugene comes home when it is time to get off work, so technically, it can’t be considered early. At least he’s not working overtime anymore, and he’s taking more care of himself. Well, I kind of forced him to get himself together and continue his life. I mean, sulking can only get you so far in life.

My husband has now begun to use my last son to obtain shares from your family, which he did obtain, but someone bought the shares back because they were not brought securely in the first place. A Year Later It was a surprise to me that my grandfather knew everything; hence, he didn’t hand over the company to my father. The Coopers have been arrested for drug dealing and fraud. My father, too, has been arrested for fraud and rape. Camille gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that looked just like her mother, making Liam and me happy. We love our girls.

And he found those people inquiring about his grandson's marriage stupid. Very stupid. What right do they have to know about their family? They don't owe them any explanations. Instead of heading back to the garden, he called out for his driver. “Let's go to East City. I'll visit my great-grandson!” … Old Mister Eno waited outside Eon's school to pick him up. Even with his status as the richest man in the country, he humbly waited for his great-grandson. He enjoyed the joy of taking care of children now that he's of old age.

I mean, he might die and it was all my fault, I was so stupid so gullible that Paula could play a joke on me. I couldn't hate my mother for what she did. She had let her emotions take the lead and it was very understandable because I tried to kill her son. From Killian's words, he needed to fight this, but what if he loses the fight? What if he died? Would people blame me or Paula? Of course they would blame me. It was my stupidity that made me make the move. I knew Paula did not like me and yet I listened to her words, so if Izan did die, it wouldn't be anyone's fault but mine.

With or without FBI permission. That night, Marcus and I went home. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. "Lucas Sterling," Marcus said. "Gregory's secret son. Where has he been for ten years?" "Hiding. Or planning. Or both." "You think he's dangerous?" "I don't know. Emma said her father was a monster. She ran. Maybe Lucas ran too." "Or maybe he embraced it. Became what his father wanted." I looked at Lucas's photo again. Twenty years old. So young. So serious.

"I didn't inform you yet, sir. There was an unauthorized entry." Eugene frowned, his expression darkening with a disappointment that made Ezra visibly pale. Then, Eugene turned back to me, his tone apologetic. "Please excuse my son. He’s rather new to the operational side of things and doesn't quite know how to treat important guests yet." I froze. "Son? Henry is your son?" So my first guess had been right? But Ezra had called him— Eugene scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. "No. That boy—Henry—is my brother’s son. A nephew with more ambition than sense. I mean Ezra."

"Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them." "Our world is a brutal one. You made the right call back then. An ordinary life is the best life there is." "Take thirty million. Take your son. Leave the country. Never come back." I looked at him and, despite everything, felt something close to respect. That was the old Don. Down, but still trying to bite. If I actually walked away from Lorenzo, I knew exactly what would happen. Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds.

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

The men were confused and the boss seemed to be enjoying this part as well. "Hmm...yeah, he has a third son that belongs in that organization of his. He is the smartest and fastest sharpshooter I have ever encountered. I don't know how Cappuccino was able to instill such behavior in his son within a few years of his growing up but what I can tell you is that - beware of Alexander Leonardo AKA The Ace. He isn't to be joked with. Do you know something magnificent about this guy?" The men shook their heads.

Outwardly a gentleman but nothing more but a thieving priest in suit. Real estate, Hotels and recreational services and establishments were under Greg Clawson's control. The first born biological son of Elder Clawson. It was one of the fairly large departments the company owned and one of the easiest to manage but a fool would always remain a fool. Somehow he always managed to screw it up. The department was lagging behind and deep in debt as he had continuously been siphoning the money into stock investments that always seemed to crash. In business he was no more than an imbecile. His hatred for his second son who had from the beginning been much more acknowledged by grandfather wasn't then