Games Like Mad Father Novels & Stories

I slowed down just to confirm what I was seeing. Yep, it was him, juggling a bunch of poker chips. Maddy's father was a gambler?

With tears in her eyes, Madison turned her head and said nothing. Little Apple grinned. "Although the old man not only has a bad temper, but is a black sheep, lazy and not serious, he is impeccable to you. Why are you angry with him?" Little Apple said with a smile. "He is just a bastard." Looking at her smiling son, Madison said grumpily. "Could it be that Dad has an affair?" Looking at Madison's cold face, Little Apple asked in surprise. “If not, how could Mom be so angry?” Little Apple thought.

“Yes, Uncle! Do you know him?” “Of course I do, baby,” Matthew replied with a playful grin. “Alright, here’s the deal. You’ll tell your teacher that your father hasn’t come home yet, so you can’t share his name for now. Got it?” “Yes, Uncle. But... what’s the deal?” Madrid asked eagerly. “I’ll buy you toys at Toy Kingdom and treat you to your favorite sundae with fries! Deal or no deal?” Matthew said, raising a brow. Without hesitation, Madrid burst into a grin. “Deal, Tito! Promise, okay?”

Carmen, of course, leans across the table, asking nonstop questions. “Daddy, can I play the piano again?” “Daddy, can we go outside after lunch?” “Daddy, why do you have so many suits?” “Daddy, are you really in the mafia?” Carmen never stops asking questions. Maddie’s eyes twitch. I don’t blame her. The questions are relentless.

Madden said nothing, just staring till Igor got to him and carried what he's moulding. "Your father's face? How dumb! You think he's gonna return from the dead if you mould him? Bullshit!" Igor spat and threw the image on the ground, breaking it. "Igor!" Sin's voice hollered from outside, and Igor ran out. Madden's numb eyes stayed on the broken image of his father, and he fought back the tears trying to fall. He went to the wall and started doing the scribblings. He was in the middle of it when someone else came in...

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

"Mama, why are you so worried? What happened?" I took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "Sofia, Daddy... Daddy is going to see someone named Leonardo Dante. I'm not sure why, but it's making me really worried." Sofia's eyes widened in confusion. "Who's Leonardo Dante, Mama?" "He's... he's someone I used to know before, Sofia," I replied carefully. Sofia's brows furrowed, trying to process what I had just told her. "Why would Daddy go to someone like that? What does he need help with?"

" he continued. "Whatever your plan is, then, why not tell me? For what reason do you include her in whatever this is and not your own son?" I fumed, controlling my voice so as to not openly shout at my father. "I have made my judgments and decided how things will unfold. This is my business, and if you do not approve then you know where the door is!" my father said firmly. The elevator door opened and my father stepped out. "Go up to the roof for some fresh air, Noah," he said. "Then rejoin the party once you've come to your senses."

I yelled before jumping off of my bed and walking to his bedroom. My brother is Igor Huessef Mafianni, and he's 22 years old. He is the heir to the business that my father founded. Still, despite his endearing personality and generosity, he is completely insane. Even though he makes it look like he does not dislike my father, he acts as though he does. Because of that, neither he nor I give a crap about him, even when I curse him and his sentiments. Igor is the best, and he is always there for me.

I went through much information and stopped when I suddenly saw strange information. "Adrian Mancini may or may not be connected to the Mafia family." I wasn't sure when I burst out into laughter, but I kept laughing for a while until my humor subsided. "Mafia?" How was that possible? My dad won't even associate with people who earned their money illegally. I knew that because I had gotten involved in the business for a while before my college days and knew about his integrity, he wouldn't then have a Mafia-related person as his friend.