Familia Fileman Novels & Stories

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

The next afternoon, I took Nico to the family records office. That was where the Morettis handled security clearances, household registration, internal access, and family files. I asked for our records under the excuse of updating expired paperwork. When the secretary spread everything out, I began signing. Nico sat beside me and watched without asking a question. We were almost finished when footsteps sounded behind us. I looked up and saw Dante. His gaze dropped to the papers on the desk, and his face changed. "What are you doing here?" "Updating old records," I said.

She had watched her brothers and sisters try to find themselves again as their parents divorced as if it really was the basic structure for their own lives. As she got to the club, she saw a few other faces that she knew. It wasn’t like they lived in a big area, so it wasn’t uncommon to run into the family that she had grown up with alongside her own. This night she saw three of the men from that family and two of her own brothers as well. She shook her head. She looked down at herself and knew one or more of them would have something to say. She found her friend, Marco. They went to a booth that he had reserved. “Sorry, kids, I forgot that this is the happening place.” He chuckled.

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

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.

"Before you arrived. Before I saw you. Before I understood what you've become." "And what's that?" "Exactly what this family needs. Strong. Dangerous. Capable. Like your father." "I'm nothing like my father." "You're more like him than you know. And that's good. The family needs Carlo's strength. His ruthlessness." "I'm not killing for you." "We'll see. But that's not why I called you here." He pulled out a file. Thick. Photos inside. He spread them on the desk. I looked. My breath caught.

“Family’s going to be home any minute. Better clean up… unless you want my brother to see what a filthy cumdump his little sister really is.” *End of Collection

‎The door opens, and one of my men steps in. ‎“Boss, here is all the information we could find about Evans.” ‎He hands me a file and leaves without another word. ‎I sit on my bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight, and open the file. My eyes scan through the pages....his name, age, basic biodata. ‎Nothing unusual. ‎Until I get to his family history. ‎I pause. ‎There’s no detailed record. ‎Just one word. ‎ORPHAN. ‎My brows knit together immediately.

This is one of Mexico’s wealthiest families. What brings them here? They all leaped to their feet and cheered when Liam scored another goal. Why? Do they know my son? And how in the world is that even possible? Is my wife considered a member of this family? No, such a thing is not possible. After all, Manuel is the father of only three sons: Eduardo, Hugo, and Pedro. And his brother only fathered boys. What brings them here? I was deep in contemplation at the time. The Mendoza family had left their seats to see Liam after the game had ended. I saw my son leap onto Manual for a hug and give him a high five, and then they all began fighting for him. Everyone wanted to carry him.

Each video got me angrier than the last as I started to piece everything together. Basically, my family had been getting too big to control so other mafia heads came together to kill them. I’d noted a few names, most of which were already dead or bankrupt, but I still didn’t know every one of them and before I started my plan, I needed to know all my enemies. I didn’t want to be caught off guard. I clicked through until a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled Isla. I hesitated but ended up tapping it anyway. A man appeared on the screen. Middle-aged, tired eyes, already graying hair. Jonathan Smith. Isla’s father.