Novel & Cerita Games Similar To Mad Father

Adrian POV There were three men but none of them looked like accountants or businessmen or anyone I wanted to have a conversation with in a dark street. The one in front of me stepped closer and asked with an angry voice “Will you come quietly?” Not again, he really sent people to threaten me again? My future father-in-law was an arrogant person and his men were also arrogant people. No wonder they were working for the mafia king. When I worked with him, I forgot that he was the ruthless Mafia King everyone was scared of. But I decided to marry his daughter, so I can’t be afraid of him. I have to prove myself in front of him.

He had to keep telling himself that he was out in the deepness of space, brawling with a robotic bad boy. He laughed a little on the inside, thinking how his fight with 2Pac made him feel trapped in one of his son’s PlayStation video games. He thought back on how he would play Fallout: Genocide, Mortal Kombat: Wrath Of The Gods, and Assassin’s Creed 11, with his son. Mark felt like he was inside a real-life video game trying to fight for his boy and praying to God not to die.

In the city of Barcelona, inside one of the biggest Mansions in the area, was Mateo. He was angry, angry at the fact that Santiago was able to play a trick on him, he was forced out of Madrid because of him. "You are not going to defeat me Santiago, I'm going to be greater than you. Just wait let me find out who you are, I'm going to make sure that you are taken out of this world. I am the only one who has to be the greatest Mafia of all time."

" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my calf, numbing my body. I clenched my hand around my blade, veins throbbing. This was where the original Jason got ripped apart by the incoming horde, meeting his demise thanks to treachery. I was not that cannon fodder. Instead, I was a pro esports player who was used to high-stress situations, and turning the tables in seemingly impossible situations was my thing. A group of hulking, strength-type zombies was charging straight at me from fifty yards away. I could hear their roars. Every step they took would shake the road. Behind them, countless infected followed.

I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness a perfect match for my mood. “Isn’t it ironic how they all have to take part in most of the same things as my dad and his business partners?” I asked my wolf, my lips not moving and my face not betraying a hint of my conversation as my eyes wandered the room. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Ema replied. “Flip sides of the same coin.” “I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Ema was right: despite the similarities between powerful business people and the Mafia, the worlds were so different. There was an undercurrent of danger here, a tension that was absent from the staid world of business networking.

I felt my body stiffen at the feeling of the plane taking off but also the fact that my father knew him. It dawned on me then. My father must know that he was in the Mafia, right? Or didn't he know? Besides, why should I even trust her? She seems to know the two brothers very well. I felt myself come out of my reverie when a loud laugh suddenly filled the air along with the plane leveling up in the air. "God, you should have seen your face. Do you actually believe that there's something like a Mafia? I felt my breathing become even, and my chest loosened up.

Maya immediately dragged me over to the racing game and proceeded to absolutely destroy both of us because apparently she was some kind of video game prodigy who'd been competing in tournaments since she was fourteen. "That's not fair," Adrian complained after his third consecutive loss. "You've been practicing this game for years." "Don't be a sore loser," Maya teased and she bumped her shoulder against mine in a gesture of camaraderie. "Besides, Max almost beat me that last round so clearly he's got natural talent." "Or you're just showing off," Adrian muttered but he was smiling. We were in the middle of another round when our father appeared in the doorway and I could see him watching us

He gestures to a soft chair, and I take it. He tosses the ball to his friend, who catches it—hands free—and sends it back to him. Hax repels it again. “Next one is coming to you, Maddie.” She nods seriously. He deflects the next pass in her direction—and I have a sudden, painful, visceral memory. I didn’t just watch this game. I played it. I played it with my father. He sent a ball to me just like this. I watch the way Hax slows down the pace of the ball so that Maddie can position herself to receive it, and it’s so familiar.

Mady was busy jumping between the three of us since we took turns taking her from one game to another. "Daddy look" she says pointing to the adults rollercoaster. "Yeah baby, this is your papa and dada's favourite game," I tell her with a smile. She turns to her papa and dada with big wide eyes. "It is? You go pway!" She orders them making me laugh, it's the history repeating itself all along. They head toward the rollercoaster pretending to be all tough. The game wasn't an easy one, it was very rough even for adults.

"I want to hear about them." Amadeo grinned. "They're all dicks." "Sounds like it runs in the family," I muttered. "You ready to eat those words when we get home?" he asked. I licked my lips. "Absolutely, Daddy.”