Eugene Infamous: Second Son Novels & Stories

he said to Eugene. “Yeah, I'm fine.” Eugene said. “Hmmm, if you say so,” Sebastian said and walked out. Sebastian reminded him of an old friend, Afanas. Wait! Afanas was the best friend and the second in command of the Some Mafia back then. He brought out his laptop trying to contact Afanas, but it went to voicemail, He tried again but the same voicemail. He was either snorting coke, or smoking weed. Either way, every time he remembers him, he was always doing drugs. That was why he distanced himself away from him in the first place.

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

Afterward, as the boy went to fetch the car, I couldn't help but ask Eugenia, "Are you serious with this guy?" Eugenia chuckled, "Just kidding. He's the son of a neighbor from the Ironclaw Pack. Grew up with me. I meant to explain earlier but forgot."

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.

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.

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.