Family Guy Stuck Together Torn Apart Novels & Stories

His face was flushed, jaw locked tight. Alessandro frowned. "You should've knocked." "No time for manners!" Marco snapped, jabbing a finger at Dante. "He's tearing this family apart!" Behind him stood Rocco, Vince, and Alberto—old-school Capos clearly rattled by how fast Dante was climbing. "Watch your tone," Dante said, cool as ever. "Watch my tone?" Marco scoffed. "Ever since you married that woman, you even remember who you are?" Rocco stepped in. "We think De Luca's pulling your strings."

And the brothers could not stop staring at each other. The family was falling apart in seconds.

she blurted out raggedly. "Why don't you ever listen?! What exactly have I been caught with that you can't trust me anymore?! I have tried to make you see reasons with me but you are so adamant about leaving this Mafia fucking organization talk! It's sickening me to the bones........." Tessa peeped through the opening in the door and watched with great sadness, when have her parents started yelling at each other for God knows what? They have always been the happiest family she knows but now she stared in confusion and tears in her eyes as her family is slowly falling apart.

But that girl… She just left quietly without even saying goodbye to any of us—" Before Phoebe could finish, she was interrupted by muffled sobs. Mom buried her face in her hands as tears poured through her fingers, while Dad hunched over, clutching his hair desperately with both hands. Only then did they finally realize that the daughter they'd spent years passing back and forth like an unwanted burden—the daughter they'd abandoned and forgotten in a corner—had truly walked away without a backward glance. This time, the ones being left behind were them.

"Officers, I really can't walk away from this right now. The moment this meeting wraps up, I'll book the earliest flight back to cooperate with the investigation. "Honey, don't be scared. Do whatever the police tell you to do. Officer, please watch over my husband for me. Thank you." The call disconnected. I sat there frozen, her words looping relentlessly through my mind. "I never brought home any gift." My phone slipped from my hand and clattered onto the floor, but I didn't even process it. As the officer bent down to retrieve it, I lunged forward and gripped his arm. "Officer… then who was the person in my house on April Fool's Day? She looked exactly like my wife. We…"

It felt like I was being torn inside out, like the pain would never end. Then it did, and I’ve never felt so empty. Like it stole away part of my soul with it. I force my tears back, draw a shuddering breath, and turn to face Callum again. When I do, I see it in his eyes- the pain that mirrors my own. He felt it, too. He endured the same torture of having the bond ripped away, but it’s hard to pity him for it when he’s the reason we lost the bond. He’s the one who walked away.

He said "You know I have been sitting here listening to you while you talk about unity and family when you are the one tearing is apart." I said. "Oh shit..." Brandon said. "No your little brother is the one tearing this gako apart, he chose to leave his family, was I supposed to beg him to stay? " My father said.

Jenny tried to relax, lift her chin, and project confidence and truthfulness. "You got mixed up in family issues where you lived before?" Malia asked. When Jenny nodded, Malia raised her eyebrows. "You got involved in gang activity, yet the first place you ran to when you found safety was another gang? Sorry, honey, but that doesn't add up."

The usually unshakable man looked uncertain - as though the walls he'd built around himself were finally cracking. Beside him, Cassie reached out and intertwined her fingers with his under the table. A small, grounding gesture. But he was grateful for that. When she looked toward Lucas and Gloria, her heart ached. This wasn't just a family torn apart - it was a family trying to heal, but bleeding every time they tried to reach for one another. Evelyn, who had been silent the entire time, finally pushed her chair back. "I think... I should go," she murmured, her tone careful. She didn't wait for a response before slipping away. This was too much for her to see.

"Alright." His eyes were so open, so unguarded, I barely recognized the man I had married. He wasn’t the same—not to me. He was no longer the distant stranger who avoided my gaze, who built walls between us. We had been shaped, broken, reforged by a life that never hesitated to tear us apart. We had fought each other, bitten, pushed, bled—but now, wounded as we were, we stood together. I knew there were still scars left to mend, wounds that might never fully heal. But we would face them together. I would make sure of it.