Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

Mr Diaz coughed, his cloudy gaze tinged with a bit of sadness, and he didn't pay any attention to Diego . He looked at the girl and it reminded him of someone, who sadly was gone twenty years ago. "Dad, her name is Andrea, she's the daughter-in-law of the Munoz family,the wife of Sebastian." Diego saw this and explained again. When Mr Diaz heard this, his cloudy pupils were somewhat surprised. The Munoz family's daughter-in-law? Mr Diaz glanced aside at his own single dog grandson and shook his head slightly! Even if he had briefly seen the girl,he had liked her immediately but sadly,she was already married to Sebastian.

I had thought that it would be the last time I would see him that day but to my surprise, my father had arranged another dinner with his family, and this time he was not accepting no for an answer. I was actually looking forward to it since my dad said that his whole family was coming, which means that Joey, Ace's younger brother was going to be there too. He is probably ten years old already, I wondered how much taller he had become. I was never able to see Joey personally when Ace and I used to go out but whenever Ace called during our December Holiday, he would always say hi to me. I wondered if he still remembers me.

That day, he let her cry, he stood there, soothing her. __ Just a few months ago, Zoey was here with her daughter, seated on her favorite chair sipping tea and biscuits. Within a few months, she was still back here in her father's study room with Dexter and Rafael eating biscuits while sipping black tea. In the past few weeks, it looked clear as though her father had aged a lot, dark circles under his eyes, his strength seems weak, from learning he had a son to the point of his wife threatening them. Life doesn't go well.

"I'll send Leo to assist you." Leo Giordano was Dad's Underboss, and he was someone to be trusted. I gripped the phone tightly in my hands as I stared at the string of numbers on the screen, feeling my fingers running cold. In the past three years, my husband, Carlos Zappa, had been incredibly attentive to me. He spent millions of dollars on buying jewelry for me, tens of thousands of dollars on private fireworks displays, and even burned his contracts worth hundreds of millions of dollars just to light up my cigarette.

Hope you have a good day at work. I got up and put Jeremy in his bed as I began to pack my stuff up to head back home, I was walking around the living room picking up Jeremy’s toys. My father was out for his morning coffee I guess I didn’t see him around. I felt my phone ring, I look at the caller ID it was the jail, “Hello?” “Hey babe, are you still at your dads?” “Yeah, I told you I wouldn’t be able to talk here. He’s gone for coffee I’m packing up to head home.”

He had been warning me about Dad's erratic behaviour but I didn't listen. Joey, as a Caporegime of the Outfit, has inherited his family's longstanding authority over the city of Rockford. They've been overseeing operations for years, faithfully serving the Outfit's interests. Dad trusted his word the most but right now I could see that he was pissing him off.

“And when that day comes, I want you out. For good.” Felicia was not all happy with that. She saw him walk out. She let him. She knew begging him would be useless. ……………………………………………………………………. Dion had a call from his father. It was a regular check-in between father and son. Dion enjoyed hearing his father praise him for his good work as an acting CEO of the Metallic Wholesalers. His father was raving on and on about how well the business was thriving under Dion’s leadership. “I do my best, sir.”

Pablo stated before adding, "Anyway, it seems you are not in a mental state to understand what I am trying to tell you. I'll take my leave now." "You are right. Words are the worst weapons. And to use it against your own daughter.." Dante spoke up causing Mr. Diaz to tense up. He continued, looking dead into his eyes, "....she was over the moon when you offered her the position. She is willing to do everything to win your affection back. If only she knew what you think of her." Mr. Diaz rose from his chair and walked out. His heart bled for his dove. He had seen her crying in secret for her parents. She missed them so badly. That woman bent over her backward, and fought with him for her dad

He growled as he was being pulled away. “Wait!” Dad thundered and stormed up to him. “Who is your Dad?” I furrowed my brow as I wondered why Dad was asking. Ricko gulped, but he straightened up and growled. “Diego San-Pedro. Lord of San- Pedro Mafia ring.” Dad chuckled. “Him?” Ricko raised a brow, confused. “Do you know him, I’m sure you know how powerful he is then.”

We had this whole conversation back at Uncle Vector’s mansion—that kid was not a fan of our zombie man, to say the least. Uncle Diego’s expression softens, and he pats my shoulder reassuringly. “I get it, kiddo. Joey’s a handful right, I know. Trust me, I heard. Loud crier, that little guy. But your papa just wanted to keep Lizzy safe. He didn’t want to put her at risk. So, he did what he thought was right.” I do a double-take at the revelation. “Wait. Papa is involved?” “Of course, he is. He’s the one who told us to ship her off.”