Gon's Dad Novels & Stories

I went downstairs with Dante. The car door opened, and my father stepped out without hurrying. He wore a dark tailored suit and held a lit cigar between his fingers, its thin smoke drifting across his sharply defined face. He wasn't openly threatening, but every step he took carried the weight of the whole family. He came straight to me and looked me over carefully. "Vincent," my father said in a low, heavy voice. "Father," I answered. He put a hand on my shoulder as the tip of his cigar brightened, then dimmed.

Goddess, Raiden is so full of himself. But he was right. When I went down with Lana to see my dad, it was clear he wasn't the man I remembered. It wasn't just that he had grown older and more fragile. But his mind… It wasn't there. He smelled me and didn't even react. It wasn't until I came close and called him Dad that he acknowledged me. He went from saying, "Hi, son," to telling me it was all my fault and he should have killed me when he had the chance.

He was sitting on a couch with his men, his eyes were on his phone but he kept his phone aside when he saw me. "Come and sit here son," he said while pointing at the sofa in front of him. "Hello, dad how are you?" I asked as a formality because I know my dad is always good in health like Stallone. "I was good until I heard that someone killed Maxon, do you know anything about it?" he asked me "No, when all this happened? " I asked back. Maxon was my dad's most trustworthy man who was working for us for the last 12 years. To be honest I really never liked the way he works so I don't really care about it but he does.

Dad chuckles darkly. "Damn more to kill this pleases Savage",his eyes flash golden and we watch Savage come to the surface. "You aren't that strong, Tyler. I hear Warren say," You're just a wolf that thinks he is invincible," Dad chuckles and cracks his neck. "We about to find out how fucking brutal I can be Warren and I'm gonna start by ripping your dick off and making you eat it",Many members gag and I feel Angie giggle. "Rip his nails off for me dad",Angie speaks up, and dad glances back a smile on his lips.

I clench my fists at the implication of his words and what I know he hopes to achieve with them. “They’re kids,” my dad says evenly, surprising me. “I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” Mr. Brooks studies him for a moment, then smiles again. “Yes,” he says. “I’m sure they will. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Garcia.” “Likewise.” Mr. Brooks glances at me one last time, pure satisfaction in his eyes before he finally turns around and leaves. My dad sets the boxes down slowly, then looks at me. “Boyfriend?” he asks.

“We'll call your parents, follow me to the office.” When Eon heard that their parents will be called, he felt conflicted. His mom was just near him but he couldn't bother her. His father strictly told him not to make his mommy worry. He then poked the teacher's arm and asked, “Can you call my daddy? My daddy's the only one available because my mommy's busy.” “Alright. But let's get your wounds cleaned up first.” After cleaning Eon's wound on his knee and hands, he silently waited for his father inside the guidance office. Inside the office were the three preschool boys, Eon, and the counselor.

Dad said, smiling widely. “And I accept,” Professor Callahan shook hands with Dad. Dad then invited me to his favorite restaurant. He have a meeting and wanted me to meet him. I decided to skip classes and go with him. We were heading to the parking log when Dad saw Nixon. He stopped and side eyed him while the latter avoided his eyes. “Dad, I think you know Nixon was a werewolf. His father was a member of the council of the Golden Claw,” I asked while in the car.

My dad roared out. "KWEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!" He and all his warriors growled and grunted against my hold. I looked up into my dad's eyes, into the eyes of everyone and begging everyone to forgive me. "I can't let you kill him." I said, barely above a whisper. "WHY?!!" My dad roared in confusion and anger. I looked him directly in the eyes. "Because he's Angel's father, auntie's husband and... my uncle.'

Her voice breaks the silence, soft and hesitant. “You killed your dad, Grayson.” I groan, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “He wasn’t my dad,” I mutter, frustration lacing my voice. “Not in the way your dad was a father to you.” She looks at me, waiting for an explanation. I sigh. “Look, things started going missing around the house, and my dad blamed me. Every time, no questions asked, it was me. He’d beat me for it, no proof, just accusations. But I knew it wasn’t me. So one night, I followed him. I took pictures of him selling my grandmother’s jewelry and heading into a casino. He found out, smashed the camera, and beat the crap out of me.”

My father’s eyes lit right up as he reached over and shook his hand, “I was not expecting that at all, it’s nice to meet you Ian. Please guys come in.” For the next hour my father and Ian chatted while my dad made a barbecue. My dad seemed to really like him and they were both talking like adults. My father sent Ian to the store to grab something quick, he came up to me and sat down next to me, “So a detective this time Kay?” I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.”