Infamous: Second Son Power Novels & Stories

I was the second son. My father Philip Oscar, leader of Black Raven, one of the biggest gangs in the city. Had won tons of awards for his ruling with an iron fist. Whenever you hear the name P. Oscar, in the bikers gang, know that my father isn't an easy target. And that was how we were being brought up.

"I trust you, Hamilton. Truly. I just wanted to be sure. I heard the girl is the daughter of the late Hawthorne. I don't want you going behind my back and striking a private deal with that family instead. I know the Hawthorne assets are tempting." I let out a short, sharp laugh. The very idea was an insult. "Hawthorne? That man is a corpse, and currently, that family has zero ties to the politics of this country. He was new money, Vadim. A loud, flashy prick who didn't understand the nuance of true power. I am a goal getter, and I assure you, everything will happen exactly the way we discussed." Vadim relaxed slightly, leaning back and finishing his glass. "Oh yes... whatever happened to you

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

I didn’t know if I were to be offended or flattered calling me jaguar. “Was he involved with the Conti?” “Yes. When your father tore down Conti’s operation, he came to you next. Why do you think you’ve never heard about him before? Because he is a nobody. That’s why I call him a chameleon. What his doing right now has nothing to do with you killing his son. He doesn’t care about his son. He wants power. He’s greedy, and if you won’t be careful, your empire will crumble, and you don’t even realize it.” His words struck terror into my reality.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

"You look good in black, Nora. Suits the cage." Shock turned to ice in my veins. I set my fork down slowly. The two brothers sat there. Mirror images but nothing alike. One quiet and controlled. The other loud and cruel. The cage of inheritance showed clear in their faces. The same blood. The same pressure. The same fight for power that twisted everything. "Desperate times, huh?" He continued. My husband spoke. His voice stayed low. "Enough." "Enough?" Real Sterling leaned forward. "You took my place. Signed the contract. Kissed my bride. All to play hero." He looked at me again. "Did he tell you? The second son always cleans up the mess. But this time he stole the prize."

I said, turning the wheel and heading toward Grand Street. I knew exactly what people were going to say. I knew how completely insane this looked from the outside. Why the hell a did I bind myself to a twenty-four-year-old girl. And worse... my own son’s ex-girlfriend. On paper, it looked like the ultimate betrayal. It looked like the act of a ruthless, failed father. But the no one knows the goddamn truth. Damian was a spoiled, sociopathic prick. I had spent years trying to beat a sense of honor into that boy, but he had inherited his mother’s toxic, vindictive blood.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" "Bastard?! What do you want? Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want!" The man didn't seem bothered at all, even though Aslan had yelled and cursed at him. If anything, he looked mesmerized. What a lunatic! "For years, the second son of the famous Kennedy family was hidden away. Some people even thought that he never existed and that it was just a rumor. But it turns out that he really did exist. It seems you have a problem with your body, huh?”

Anna POV I couldn't even dare look my son in the face, talk less of looking at his eyes. What I did back there was a very shameful act. How could I do that? Why did I let lust take over my mind? I should have controlled myself but I didn't. I feel like this mere act of mine has landed me in a great big bad situation that I can't get out of no matter what I do. I feel like something bad is going to happen to me soon. I pray that my son gets a good future, he shouldn't ever pass through all the pains I passed through in this life.

"No. My father did that to get Irwin married and produce an heir to the empire he created. Martina is angry because she never expected my past to ruin Irwin's future." "So, who is this second son? What's his name?" Hector hung his head, not meeting my gaze any longer. "I can't tell you that. I am sorry, Sophia." He shifted in his chair and wiped his forehead with a napkin. "I never did anything for Irwin. He might not be the best, but he is still my son. Though I don't appreciate his ways, I won't ruin this for him."