Famil Novels & Stories

"Tommy, we'll take you out after dinner. There's something going on nearby today. It'll be a lot of fun." Dad put his arm around my shoulders, the warmth of his palm seeping through my clothes, almost scalding. Talia quietly transferred some of her own money into my account, moving so carefully it was as if she were afraid of startling me. Mom sat across the table, smiling, her eyes full of quiet satisfaction. This family looked like they loved me, like everything was warm and perfect.

Its name was 'One Big Happy Family, Expanded Edition. It included Adrian’s parents, my parents, and every aunt, uncle, and distant relative from both sides.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Not my family. Remember it Ruby. Remember.

Fay poured out her frustration. "Our family is greater than any other family. Mommy, why didn't you tell me you were the future mistress of Goldwin? You're going to marry Daddy soon." Mike was also upset to hear that someone was trying to bully their mommy. "Don't talk nonsense! Who's going to marry that villain?!" Fay hurriedly denied it. Mike even mentioned 'our family'. Mika coughed a little at Fay's words. "Mommy, the one you call the villain is our daddy. And grandma is here too." The little girl tried to remind me.

Something beautiful. Something ours. A family.

Their family was complete. Finally.

Told me from birth, that I would be the next ‘Romancer’: the man who handles the whores, grooms the girls, and keeps the elite clients satisfied. At twenty-five, I’ve already secured over thirty high-end women for our top clients, and the list keeps growing. I’m fucking great at my job. And I love it. We are The Familia. One of the most ruthless crime families in the U.S. and Italy, bound by blood and legacy. We rule through loyalty and fear. We pride ourselves on tradition. But the truth? We’re still just spoiled brats doing what Mommy and Daddy tell us to. They say tradition keeps our culture alive. The good, the bad, and espe

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence. I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison. Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave. My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me. Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.