Father Garcia Novels & Stories

I was trying not to think about Father Dorian. Then I walked straight into someone. Hard. I stumbled back. “Oh! I’m—I’m sorry.” The man caught me by the arms gently. His grip was steady, but something about it made my skin crawl. He was wearing priest robes—clean, perfectly ironed. His collar was crisp. His dark hair was slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a mirror. He smiled too quickly. “No need to apologize,” he said smoothly. His voice was light and pleasant… but off. Like someone trying too hard to sound human. He sounded so creepy. His eyes locked on mine. I stepped back. He extended his hand. “I’m Father Nico.”

I will find Trace Dimagiba soon as I have leads now in finding him. Patricio… That man... I remember how he proudly shouted his name and status to taunt the police officers. I don't know if he is okay or not. He seems problematic. He looks so ruggedly handsome, but he seems insane as he is so rude and proud. "Fuckers! You don't know me?! I am Patricio Ferreira Dimagiba, Jr. The ‘awesome’ son of Governor Patricio Dimagiba, Sr. of Salvacion. Call my father so he'll be here. This man I’m with, he’s my cousin Logan Dimagiba Castillejo. We are Dimagibas and we fear no one! Idiots!"

he says. I looked at that star again when I heard what Grandpa said. But it was also returned immediately to grandfather. I saw in his eyes the sadness and longing. I bowed because I remembered Lola. He died because of our Mafia opponents during the war. My grandmother was a member of a Mafia, she was not just a Mafia but she was a Mafia Queen then.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

No, I was the overachieving eighteen-year-old trying to pull off being the personal assistant to one of the biggest dickheads in the history of dickheads. My dad truly did have everything planned out for the day of my interview. He paid every person attending to leave, which left me as the only option to be chosen. Gunnar wasn't all too happy with that. My interview went to shit as well. It was one thing practicing in front of my father and a completely different thing when in front of Gunnar Astor. He wasn't only a brooding, arrogant, billionaire CEO but he was also handsome to the point he could probably be a God.

There would be no cases to reopen. From Bolt and Yelena’s findings, the Gorski family was a close and trusted supporter of Godfather Veron Estrada. Despite their scandal, they remained in the top five hundred families. Many speculations about the Godfather assisted them from the shadows went around, but nobody stirred the hornet’s nest to find out the truth. They simply ostracised that family and minded their own business.

godfather called out to me but I wouldn't stop crying, the tears became more intense. I took another frame down and uncovered it. My father had Mason in his hand, it was so adorable but not on me made me realize that I can never see them again. “Why did they have to die? They should have stayed, mom, dad and Mason should have been here to watch me graduate. I'm going to be in college soon and they are not here to see me.” my eyes had probably turned red, my nose was drooling with catcher. “They may not be here for you but I am.” Godfather was standing beside me all the time, he didn't leave my side for one second.

He turn to his glass of wine and gulped it all down at one go then he began to pull off the button of his Tshirt as he headed to his room. " I'm serious Marco! My wedding day is just days away " Abruptly the man stop walking. He turn slightly to stare at Giovanna only to see tears in her eyes. Instantly his heart clenched and he set his jaw tightly. " Who dare do this? Who makes it official? Who were there when it was made. Say the word Giovanna before I murdered an entire family " " It's my Dad! " The lady suddenly confessed shakily. " Dad Heard what happened to Maximo Santino in New York. The Media talks about how Maximo Santino was abducted and tortured. He doesn't want a life as that for

Then that same afternoon when she arrived she presented herself at the church with a bag full of dollars, she came to confess to Father Francisco Gutiérrez. Francisco Gutierrez was a former combatant of the Malvinas, that is to say the war that Argentina faced with European countries, -which they lost of course- but he, after the battles, told that he had seen a divine sign, which had helped him to keep his platoon alive, he told that story among many others, nobody knows if it was true or not, but anyway, in spite of being killed and tortured, he said he repented of his sins, and by magic his sins were washed away with holy water, and he was delivered to the divine grace of God. A very good

A familiar cold forming in his chest. “Rafael,” he said, very carefully, “don’t play games.” “I’m not.” Rafael’s voice was steady now, resigned. “The reason this file was altered. The reason the suspect line was left blank. The reason every trail went dead.” Ariella’s heart began to race faster. “Who?” Rafael met her eyes fully this time. There was regret there. And something else. Shame. “It was your grandfather,” he said. “Hector Cruz’s own father.”