Jacob Black Father Novels & Stories

She asked. Marcus's phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen, it was a reminder from Julian, he looked up and into her face and then nodded. "Jake said he was being mocked because he didn't have a father." Olivia tried to subdue the shock that she felt. "Where is his father, Olivia?" Marcus asked. "No kid deserves to pass through what he passed through." Olivia inhaled sharply. "He's dead. He died when Jake was just a baby, he doesn't remember anything."

“It’s not as simple as you think. Our father almost threw a fist at Jacob when he found out. He was still very much active in the mob dealings then.” Anna blinked after listening to Jackson. “The mob? He was a mobster?” Her heart hammered against her chest at the revelation. She hadn’t been expecting the older Michaelson to have that history. Jacob saw how her eyes had furrowed with worries, and he dared not tell her that he was the one that their father had handed the mob over to. “How old were you guys then?” She tried to get the tiny information about their father from her mind as she moved closer to the pleasure room.

"Drake I never abandoned you. I'm still the mastermind behind the success of your business. Not to boast but I've been looking adrte you and your brother even though I wasn't with you." What's he talking about? I got my money from the business I started with my own savings. Mom only helped to boost it by buying some of the shares and also some people came buying later. "You think that saying all that shit to me, I'd forgive you or bow to your feet and worship you? You're not my father old man. He died long ago so quit." "Drake your father is Mr Ken Grover." Mom blurted out. That came as a shock to me as I stared at my mother like she's gone crazy.

“I wouldn't have done it no matter what happened, but let's forget about my mother and talk to that man, Jacob, and what it is that he is doing” “All these things that I am about to you involves your mother, father, and that man Jacob Foster and his damned, stupid son, Raymond” He knows them, I was worried and concerned as to how he knows them so well without me having to breathe a word about anyone” “Your parents didn't die a natural death just as you believe, just as everyone else believed, your parents were killed by your stepfather, Jacob. He murdered your father first and then that gave him the way to get married to your mother, after which he suffocated her to death and took over the p

Maybe he had been wrong to trust this meeting. Then a voice rang behind him, deep and familiar. “Nice to see you again so soon, my son.” Jace stopped mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as he turned, his eyes locking onto Blackwood’s. The older man stood with his usual dark presence, tall with broad shoulders and a wicked smirk. “I’m not your son, you monster,” Jace snapped, his voice sharp enough to carry his disdain. Blackwood laughed, not a loud one, but it passed through the space with unsettling confidence. “Oh, but I joined in raising you. That alone makes me a father in ways you’ll never understand.”

“I don’t want that either. Watching the two women go after our rogue prisoners is enough for me to know to never mess with them.” We could talk all day about how the two mothers are scary, but that isn’t what I want to talk about or what I want to know. I slide to the edge of my chair, keeping my focus on the phone. “How exactly is your father going to do this?” The line goes silent as Blake huffs, “Are you forgetting Jacob’s parents and Bry’s father are close friends? It won’t be hard for his father to slip and give some juicy rumor when the two men are talking.”

I state, not missing how Jakob went straight to say, Grandson. "Yes. I can also tell that you seem to be aware of who the father is." Jakob inquired, not once turning his gaze from me. "Chase Finch." I state, retelling what Jace told me earlier. Jakob nods his head in agreement. "So why the secrecy? Why not raise him as your own?" I ask.

According to Jake, when he reported everything concerning Mina to Alexander, he included that she didn't have a boyfriend from the start, or ever got married, but she returned back with kids after six years. That created a possible doubt to Alexander, that Mina might not be the real Mother to those kids she said are hers.

“He used to be kind. He loved everything around him, the music, the books, the sunlight. His parents raised him to see the beauty in things.” “What were they like? His parents... were they Mafia too?” She held her breath, waiting. She had nothing on him, knew nothing about Domenico. If she could understand the boy who played the piano, she might understand the man who held the gun, just a little. “His father was a man of honor, the second in command of the Veronesi clan,” Emilio continued, his eyes glazing over as he reached back into the past. “Our Lady’s father trusted him more than anyone. He was the backbone of the organization, the shadow that kept the Veronesi name standing. He…”

They step aside when they see Damian. No words. No nods. Just immediate obedience. Damian pushes open the door, and Eli feels the shift in temperature before his eyes even adjust. Then he sees him. Marcus Blackthorne. Damian’s father. A man with silver hair pulled back, eyes sharp enough to slice skin, posture as perfect and rigid as a blade. He doesn’t look like he ages—more like he calcifies. He sits at a long table, a crystal glass untouched before him. When he lifts his gaze, Eli feels it physically.