Father Garcia Novels & Stories

A single, corrupted text line sitting in the middle of a black screen. > User: V-Delta Access granted — 2013 archive retrieval Origin: VASQUEZ.DATAVAULT.07 Secondary user signature: G.L.--- The rest of the ID was blurred out, static cutting through the letters like it didn’t want me to read the truth. But I didn’t need the rest. My stomach went cold anyway. G.L. Gabriel Lucero. My father. The same man who’d died fourteen years ago in a car accident that took our savings, and the last sliver of faith I had in anything human.

Silas Marlowe was in a foul mood. Scratch that; he was livid. Seeing red literally. His 'heroic' son had proved that when you want something done, you should do it yourself. That's why Marlowe was preparing to go after the Garcia's himself now. And if his ungrateful son attempts to get in the middle, Marlowe would serve him a similar fate to that of his enemies. While the occupants of the Garcia mansion relaxed, thinking all the threats against them had been neutralized, one bodyguard worried. For he knew his father too well, and there was no talking him out of the vengeance scheme that he had planned all his life. But what he didn't expect, was that his father was already on the move.

Mason Garcia He is 28 years old. Though Mason always maintains a cold and unreadable expression on his face he has a soft spot for Addilyn. He loves her to death and is so overprotective of her. He has light brown hair with deep green eyes. CEO of Garcia company and is the American mafia leader. James Garcia He is 25 years old. James is officially the mama bear of the family. He is very protective of Addilyn and loves his siblings very much. When his brothers needed the mother figure, he filled that without hesitating. He has light brown hair with deep ocean blue eyes.

You must gain their forgiveness even if you were to sacrifice your own life! After Mr. Garcia roared back at Bart, he angrily hung up. Obviously, there was pent-up anger in him, making him very furious and agitated. Unfortunately, it seemed that he could not resist it. That was why, even if he did not want to, all he could do was follow Mr. Garcia's orders. What happened?

“No!” John Garcia gave a cold reply. The last time he saw Christina, he had tried to warn her about Bill Hunt’s intentions. Not only did his words fall on deaf ears, but she did not even give him the respect he deserved as her father. That only pissed him off. An uneasy feeling washed over him whenever he thought about this. “I was just doing that for her own good. Who knew that she’s such an ungrateful person? I guess she just doesn’t take me as her father anymore.”

I lifted my gaze, hearing Aaron's furious voice and saw him standing at the doorway, his arm wrapped around Eliza's waist. "I didn’t try to steal anything from you; I just claimed what is rightfully mine," I calmly said as I had already become numb from all the pain Aaron caused me. "Get up from that seat and let Eliza sit there. I don’t want to feel disgusted looking at your face while eating," Aaron spat and I couldn't control my sadness anymore as tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall. "You are the last person who deserves to say that he feels disgusted by someone. Even though I am repelled by the very sight of your whore of a mother and you, I still allowed you to live in my

Every crawl forward was accompanied by sobs. “Daddy Carlson… I-I can’t move anymore…” Carlson didn’t look back, his voice hoarse. “...Keep crawling.” I stood by Lena’s tombstone, my fingers brushing against the hollow pendant resting against my chest. Finally, they reached the grave. Carlson’s blood dripped onto the ground before the tombstone. He lifted his head, gazing at Lena’s name. “Lena, my little Lena…” I stared coldly at him. “Do you think you deserve to say her name?”

Everything managed. I pick up my fork. "How long have you known Derek?" He cuts into his chicken. "Ten years. Since he was fifteen." "His godfather." "In name only. I have no children of my own, and his father thought the association would be useful." "Was it?" "For him. Not for me."

(He's alive) "What!? He clenched his two knuckles on his side. He didn't expect to hear such a shocking news. After so many years he thought of him as dead while in the mafia. Is this the secret that Donte and Giovann is hiding from him. "He i-is in the Phillippines,D-donte will go with you when you are ready. Your father has no idea about y-you. I've kept t-this a secret from him...a-and you.B-but when i die,he would know." Giovann started clutching his chest and the room was filled with the noise of an alarm indicating that the patient is losing his breath. "G-Giovann,no...tell me more! Why in the Phillippines?Who is my dad?

Aleksei moved to a standing position, lifting his glass. He waited until I'd opened the file before issuing another statement. I couldn't help but chuckle. I'd been far too much of a fool. I should have been listening to my father all along. Instead, I'd longed for peace. There could be no peace with a man who had no adoration for his family. "Santiago Garcia has no honor. His methods of doing business are indiscriminate, taking advantage of any weakness in the system." Aleksei sighed after making the statement.