Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.”

I wanted to know. Dario exhaled. “In the penthouse.” “You allowed my family in the penthouse? You said a capo wouldn’t…Is Vincent still capo?” Dario reached out to Jasmine who was now leaning into him. Dario had one arm around her and one around me. He kissed the top of her head before answering. “My father is gone.” We both looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” Jasmine said. Dario shook his head. “Don’t waste the emotion.”

They had seen him argue and leave the house angry at his father the night his mother suffered that attack and he had told his father he was never coming back to the house. He noticed that one of the workers, Diaz was not around. Diaz is Mr Tiguan's driver and he has always been suspicious of him. He never likes his gut, he has seen Diaz sneak out at odd hours to make and receive calls. He has even confronted him about his sneaky behaviour around the house and he has claimed to be attending to family issues and he doesn't want to bother them. "Where is Diaz?" he asked and all the other workers looked at each other and Fernandez was surprised.

His name was Dario Moratta, the eldest son of Gigio Moratta. As the son of the Vice Chairman of the Trade Union, Dario always acted with absolute impunity. He knew full well that no one would dare stand up to him, entirely due to his father's prestigious and powerful position.

CHAPTER 2 Mom didn't even pay attention to me when we saw her in the kitchen. We had breakfast quietly. Dad noticed about the treatment of mom toward on me. But dad is quiet, and he doesn't want to bother about of me and my mom had. My dad is a real estate broker. So, he met Tito Jordan before, because Tito was looking for land on which to build his business. For daddy he helped. They became even closer. Most likely, they were mommy's classmate, Tito Jordan and his wife Tita Peni in high school. So, it is easy for them to get along and become friends.

The same BFF shit we did before but with more meaning. One day he came over and we spent together in my room and so happens the same day that my father comes home. He walked into my room right as Joey and I were about to kiss but Joey pulled away fast as the door opened. "Ummm, who's he?" My father asked. "Its Joey, Joe Macintosh, famous football star's son." I had said. "Joe Macintosh? Don't ring a bell." "Sir, my father was famous in this town because he won't the Superbowl few years back before he retired the NFL." Joey had said. "I believe your company had sponsored his team a few times."