Novel & Cerita Father Blackwood

Nathaniel Blackwood was in shock. Brian blinked rapidly, looking from the child to his boss and back again. "Sir? Daddy? I—I thought... I mean, the records said that Mr. Blackwood has no child... since the divorce..." Brian stammered, his brain nearly short-circuiting. The cold, ruthless CEO of the Blackwood Group, a man who barely tolerated people, was currently being used as a human scratching post by a small child. The sight was unbelievable to watch.

For the first time since I had known him, Alexander Blackwood looked like a man who was genuinely ready to kill someone. And the someone in question was still standing with his arm around my waist.

“You piece of shit, where are you?” No answer. The house felt too quiet. Too big. I wiped my wet cheeks and headed straight for the living room. That’s when I saw him. **Mr. Alexander Blackwood.** Jake’s father. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His broad, muscular chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat — he must have just finished working out. At forty-four he looked better than most guys my age. Tall. Dark hair with a few silver strands at the temples. Sharp jaw. Arms that could probably pin me down without effort.

I wanted him. Raven Blackwood. Raven Blackwood was the son of my father’s best friend Richard Blackwood. He was twenty years old this year. He followed after his father’s steps and took over his business just at the age of eighteen. He had dark hair, which looked sharper than shadows, and his gray eyes. Well, they looked like some storm that was on the verge of destruction. Everyone admired him and feared him. And me? Well, I was no exception either.

(Third person's POV) The grand hall of the Blackwood Pack's ancestral home echoed with Elder Blackwood's thunderous voice. His silver-tipped cane struck the stone floor with each emphasized word, making Richard Blackwood and his mate flinch visibly. "Associating with the Lawrence family?" Elder Blackwood's amber eyes glowed with barely contained fury. "After that she-wolf's display at Aurora's healing sanctuary?" Richard Blackwood stood rigid, his eyes fixed on a point above his father's shoulder. "Father, we were merely maintaining pack alliances—"

I started flipping through contracts looking for my next company to buy. I didn't need Derek's help to take over my father. I can do this on my own. "I mean why do you want to keep the illegal shit separate? For generations that has been what Blackwood is known for." "Well as I said I want to reach all ends of the world. The sinners and non-sinners. They both have money to take and I want to take it all."

*BLACKWOOD MANSION* In a well decorated big bedroom,he sat down, placed his right leg on his left leg, his dark gaze, hollow eyes could send shivers down a spine. And his cold gaze was a definition of his mood. Adrian Blackwood, the CEO of Blackwood's Enterprises. He's one of the richest billionaires in London. A billionaire whose name commanded boardrooms, silenced rivals and seduced headlines. The one person Adrian detests the most is his father. He blamed him for his mother's death which he vowed to avenge the murderer no matter what.

Roland said. Zeke got to the remote before I did and the images that flashed across the screen were shocking and they caught us by surprise. They showed a desolate scene on a quiet residential street, yellow tape everywhere, and reporters struggling to maintain composure. The breaking story: Gordon Blackwood—patriarch of the Blackwood Dynasty, had been found dead in a gruesome murder case. Authorities have asked anyone with information to come forward.

"At least promise me that you will ensure I have as little interaction with your work buddies as possible, especially your boss!" Dad always speaks so fondly of the almighty Damien Bradley Lane Blackwood, but never forgets to mention his less than undesirable characteristics. From what dad has told me about him; which is a lot, I have summed him up as a classic, ruthless, won't hesitate to chop your head off, movie drug cartel leader. He sounds like someone who should be the head of the Russian mafia or something- and trust me I do not want to see myself anywhere near him, I am sure a single look from him is enough to ruin a person irrevocably. "You do not have to worry about Mr Blackwood, h