Is Winston John Wick's Father Novels & Stories

"Why don't you enlighten me on the details?" I heard him, the wretched story fitting the information provided by my father. My father had been in a position to squash any attempts made by Santiago. At that very moment, I realized that a plan had been put in motion for years. Brilliant in design, played so well that I never had a hint of it coming. I also doubted John had turned against my father. Then again, he didn't have to. Now all I had to do was prove my theory. "I've always considered myself an honorable man, John. You have one chance to prove to me that you're still loyal." John had almost as many connections as my father, including several pertinent individuals in Cuba.

He can become more powerful than Dante Volcov. "He wanted Brielle to marry his son, the future Boss of Montana" Winston revealed, much to Wesley's disappointment. "Oh? Didn't he had a daughter? You could ask him for her hand in marriage for me" Wesley complained. Winston glared at him. "He lost his wife and daughter in an accident. So now only his son is left. Don't act like a brat. This weekend we arranged a party to announce this wedding. This is going to be a powerful combination. Go and make arrangements" Winston instructed his son.

There was nothing that I wanted more than that. “The notorious werewolf, James has stepped into our soul,” Vincent said calmly. “What?” “Yes, sir.” “This is great news.” “Who is he father?” I asked softly. I couldn’t see his face, but I noted that his back stiffened in anger. Who ever he was, had really annoyed my father. I wanted him dead to.

If he says there is someone in the palace plotting against me then it could be anyone–even Reagan. “Yes, Regent Alpa Damian.” He says with a light chuckle in his voice. I nod at this, and with a drawn breath, begin to speak. “First of all, welcome back. You did not inform us on time else we should have prepared an elaborate welcome for you.” Sir Wicker is one of the oldest friends of my father. It is said that they did grow up together, and then he did get promoted to be my father’s right hand man. But his thirst for knowledge of the arcane set him on travels.

“What’s that? Oh. Yes, as a matter of fact, we did finally get a hold of Haven. Yeah. And we heard all about what you did to her, you lying, cheating little sack of shit. But you know what? I’m actually relieved about this. I’m relieved I can finally tell you what I really think of you, because I never liked you, you worthless dirtbag.” As Wick’s sister blurted out a laugh and slapped her hands over her mouth, I gasped, gaping at my father. “From the moment we met,” Dad went on gleefully, “you seemed like a smug, brownnosing, fake, bragging wannabe to me. And I am so damn happy my daughter is finally done with you. I’m so happy, in fact, that I might not track you down and kill you for hurti

His father explained which did sound as though he put a lot of effort into finding him, even working out where I was from! “How dare you speak my wife’s name; she is more of a human that you’ll ever be. She was the first person to show me what true unconditional love was, something you as a father and the mother I didn’t have should have done for me. So how dare you stand there and utter a word about her.” Vito said in such a darker tone than before, I worried he was about to fully lose control and gun his father down right on the spot, this telling me I had to do something.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

The person that old Henry refers to as the BOSS, is William's father, and he is the leader of one of the largest gangs in Russia and in the world. He has branches and businesses in various parts of the world, and he has enough servants and influences to make countries request his services.... "Are you sure it's my father's orders?" William could not understand it, his father exiled him here three years ago , and helpless, William was forced to live a humiliating life until he ended up as the son-in-law of the Welton family after he met the grandfather of that family. Old Henry sighed, then said, "I know what you're thinking, but be aware that your father meant no ill in banishing you here.

“Ares…please, it was the both of them that plotted everything. You know how my father uses me, I love you, Ares, this…this wasn’t my doing “ Wendy cried, tears streaming down her face. Ares glared at the strange man I didn’t know, he was about uncle Lawrence’s age. “I had a lot of respect for you, not just because you’re Wendy’s father, but you were also a close friend of my father. You all disgust me!” Ares said and looked away. That was Wendy’s father? I should have seen it, she got her eyes from him and her evil too. “Ares…you were never worthy, Ares…of anything.” Wendy’s father said and I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What does any of that have to do with my father? Or better yet…me?” “How much do you know about him?” Liam asks, slightly stunned. “Nothing,” I shrug. “I told you. I’ve never even met him.” “Ah,” I see the shadow of his brow wrinkling in the light as his head drops. “As I said, we don’t have much time, but have a seat. I’ll explain what I can for now.” He motions to some nearby shipping crates and follows me over to take a seat. “Your father, Theodore Nickelson the Third is the only grandson of one of the Jameson Automobile Company’s founders.”