Father Middray Novels & Stories

my father starts to say. Drake cuts him off, “He means, this is the real Maddie. The woman you met before was an imposter. Back for more Jax?” he asks my father. I am still confused and looking at everyone getting increasingly frustrated. “What is going on?” I ask everyone again. “Oh, where are my manners. This is Troy. Troy, this is Maddie, my daughter,” my father says. I find it odd he didn’t introduce Drake until Drake inserted himself once again, “She’s not going anywhere,” he says to my father.

“Even when I am old and wrinkly and taking care of you?” “Even then. Deal with it.” “You are hopeless, Dad.” “Genevieve Catherine Shaw, who are you calling hopeless?” I fix his crooked tie and feign sadness. “A certain Krew who’s getting old yet refuses to settle down with someone.” “I have my little angel and, therefore, I need no one else.” “I’ll leave one day, Dad.” “Not if I have a say in it.” “Are you going to keep me single forever?” “Hmm.” He stares at me thoughtfully, as if he’s trying to figure out the ending to humanity’s misery. “Hypothetically, no, because I want grandchildren—eventually. But I do not like the journey that leads to that outcome.”

He mentioned some important names and Polly almost regretted it. She barely remembered a handful. His father’s name is Wade and his younger brother is called James. Jared has plenty to say about his father but didn’t say much about his brother. There were elders. He informed her what they’re usually on about, the things that matter to them, which don’t usually align with his.

He is impressed. "The Mafia!" The three of them say at once. "He is a Don in the Italian Mafia, because his surname is Italian," Carmen whispers. "Hi, what are the three of you up to?" Madeline asks from the door. She is smiling, but the three of them can just look at her. They all know one thing. Mideline can never find out that Logan is a don in the Italian Mafia. She will leave this down immediately, and the children don't want her to leave. Although they know their father is a criminal and a dangerous man, they want to get to know him. Besides, Connor thinks it's cool that his father is a Don.

Ergo, he is the last man you want as an enemy. I could not allow him to speak to me that way. “The future Alpha of this pack cannot be a punk because a fucking Hybrid threatened him.” Maddy has no idea what her father is. I need to see if I can find any research on Shaw as soon as possible. I wonder if it passed down from the father or mother.

A thin middle aged blond introduced herself to us, asking: “Are you family of Margareth Vaugh?” Kayden, Adam and I confirmed, and she went on. “Are any of you the babies father’?” I quickly answered: “Me, I’m the babies father’s, Maggie’s husband, Hunter Vaugh.” She squeezed my hand in a firm way and says in a loaded expression, showing worry.

And checking on her background, Judas found out that she lives with a man named Lyndon. A notorious gambler whom Mavie seemed to consider her savior. But according to Judas’ investigation, what happened that day, Mavie’s father was beating her and was almost about to swing the baseball bat on her head, was all an act. Lyndon personally asked Mavie’s father to play that exact scene that took place because he wanted to make sure Mavie, his claim on their gambling bet, would never think about going back home and build trust and faith in him as a good person compared to her father.

Mina wondered. The atmosphere now was only tense. No one was able to say anything. Most especially Tyler, Taylor and Tessa who were already aware that their Father is already dead, according to their mommy, Mina.

“Mr. Chairman! I demand justice! This woman isn’t one of us! She’s an outsider! A spy! She’s trying to destroy us! I demand that you punish her!” Don Salvatore narrowed his eyes. “Punish her? Young man, do you know who you’re talking to?” “Of course I do! I’m Dante Moretti! I am the—” “You are what?” the Chairman’s voice dropped to a freezing temperature. “You’re her stepson. And tradition dictates you call her ‘Mother.’”

My father slowly reached out as if to touch my face. "You… You're…" "Dad! I'm right here!" Susan's voice cut through the moment, her feet stomping in frustration behind me. His eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, he truly noticed Susan. Glancing between the two of us, he asked, "Which of you is Miranda's child?" Susan's expression shifted, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground in a flood of tears. "Mom, you left too soon! How am I supposed to survive on my own? Dad doesn't even want to acknowledge me! Even on your deathbed, you were still thinking about him!"