Is Winston John Wick's Father Novels & Stories

Wyatt gulped, remaining kneeled on the floor. “In the beginning, you were a payment,” he mumbled. “The witches that stood with your father downstairs before being taken away, they summoned me to help pull at your father’s magic,” he explained. “Sperm-donor,” I interrupted. “He is not my father. Justin is.” My face burned, and I cupped my cheek. That was the first time I really said that out loud, to admit to another person that I considered him, dad. “I understand.” Wyatt bowed his head. “Broderick was a worthless piece of shit to do that to his daughter.”

Some of the security guards recalled that moment when this man ranted for his marital issues! "And so, what does your emotional story has to do with me, Mr. Governor?" Amanda asked, seeming not to be moved by his emotional words. "You still don't get it, you fool! The fuckin bastard was your father, Amanda. The man who fuckin took my wife away was your dad, Mr. Winston. Owner of Swinda Agrochem! He stole my wife away and bore you just 2 months into the marriage!" Beatrix was in utter shock and confusion all this while, staring at her dad as he narrated his whole ordeal.

“A while ago. I was in Dad's quarters.” “Blake?” Grandpa Winston's expression turned sullen. He dropped his cup of tea. “That boy wouldn't visit me for once. I even had the servants to spread the gossip that I am sick.” “Don't let his actions bother you, Grandpa,” Lucas coaxed him. “You are doing well without his care.” “The heart is not stone. He is my son, Lucas Harrison. I wonder what I did wrong. While your mother was alive, he never treated me this way.”

I replied. “What did the mugger say?” Dad questioned, his eyes shaking in curiosity. “He said my biological father is Late Mr. Winsor, but who is Mr. Winsor.” I inquired hesitantly. “Wait a minute, what did you say, mention that name again.” “Mr. Winsor.” I repeated. Do you mean Winsor Phillips? Dad burst out, his pupils dilated, mouth opened, his expression was evidence of the shock in his eyes. “How did you hear that name?” He asked as the smile which was on his face before faded away.

WormWhick said as he left my room, I was sure he shuddered when he heard my roar followed by a loud thud once he had gotten halfway into the corridor. When he came back I was walking in circles in my nation size bed room, taking the coffee from His hand and draining it in one gulp. “Your father… he sent me to fetch you.” I grunted, wanting anything but a conversation with my father this early in the morning. He would probably be thinking of a scheme to eliminate Alpha Silva. “I can’t.” “He insists—” WormWhick made to argue. “Tell him I’ll be ready!” I said through grit teeth.

“You tell me everything. Or I end this right now.” He laughed weakly, pain and fear twisting his face. “You already made a mistake coming here, John.” I leaned closer. “Talk.” His eyes flicked to Michelle, then to her mother, bound and crying. Something broke in him. “Fine,” he spat. “I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything, you sick bastard.” He swallowed hard. “This all started with your father—John Edison. He thought he could control the world. Secretary of Defense, pulling strings, moving money, deciding who lived and who didn’t.”

Wood. "Are you Mr. Williams' chief security officer?" I asked. "Yes, you remembered," he replied, smiling. But he looked different from that time—it had been a long while. "So, why are you here?" I asked, a bit confused by his sudden appearance at my office. "Ma'am, I have something important to tell you about Williams Wood." "What about him?" I asked quickly. He looked up at me. "First, I need you to know that your father was involved with a dangerous mafia group. He was their leader and planned to leave before his untimely death." He paused, catching his breath.

“Could it be because she’s of Beta blood?” Nick and I turn our heads at Father. “Beta blood?” I ask, confused. “Willow’s father is Owen Reid. I’m surprised you couldn’t tell it by her surname,” Dad says. This is the kind of stuff I should know by heart, this is the kind of stuff he’s been training me my entire life to know. And the fact that it didn’t even cross my mind is just further proof that the mate bond clouded my thoughts. Further evidence that I need to get my shit together and stop it.

Rick's world shattered in an instant. Everything he had done for Susan was built on lies. "You told me you didn't have parents!" His voice cracked, heavy with disbelief. Another man stepped forward, pointing at Rick. "What the hell are you talking about? If she doesn't have parents, then who am I? I'm Susan's father! Watch your mouth, kid!" Susan looked as pale as a ghost as she stared at her towering husband. Fear flickered in her eyes.

"My father was not a perfect man, but he would never have ordered someone to kidnap children." Patricia Hayes turned to face him. "Mr. Vance, your father had business dealings with the Webb family for years. He had financial ties to Arthur Webb. He had photographs of Mara Webb as a child in his home. And now we have testimony from Arthur Webb himself that your father ordered these crimes." Nick's hands were shaking. "My father was a bad man. He was cold. He was distant. He didn't know how to love. But he wasn't a kidnapper."