Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

I knew that he was still away on whatever bloody honeymoon that he was on. He picked on the first ring. “Mateo,” granduncle Gonzalez was the first to speak, and my dad recognized his voice immediately. “Oh, it’s you,” my dad said, sounding a little skeptical. “Yes, it’s me, and I am not very pleased right now,” granduncle Gonzalez said. There was a brief silence, and granduncle Gonzalez became impatient. “It seems as though you didn’t speak with Dante?” He asked my dad. “Not yet,” my dad responded, and I became to feel wary about what was going on. “I have been busy with a lot of things,” he added.

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They only wanted me for my last name; Trajano Christopher Trajano, my father, owns a multinational company in Philippines and is easily one of the most successful businessmen in Asia. Each company wanted me because having Christopher Trajano's son work for them was an achievement in its own, but using my father's name to excel was not how I wanted to start my professional life.

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd take this assignment. You're not the kind of guy I'd expect to be doing something like this. . . I mean, you know what happened to your father, Josh. . ." I twisted my head around to look at him. Mario looked curious and was fidgeting with his handgun. "I don't want to talk about that, Mario. You know that." "All I'm saying is that I would've thought that would've flown back into your memory before you took the assignment!" Mario sputtered. "You know damn well as I do that Giovanni Diaz was running the show back then, and he still is today! He sent your father to the grave, god damn it!"

“If the Diaz get word of this, things could become incredibly difficult.” I stared at him. His graying hair, the lines around his eyes, his aging yet still intimidating figure, and my jaw dropped. “Are you serious, Dad? Are you honestly telling me I should not be honest about the shit I suffered just to make sure I don’t upset the Diaz?” “Elena!” Mom gasped. “Oh, I said ‘shit.’ So what?” “That’s it,” Dad said, stepping towards the telephone. “Being around these . . . Dirty J. . . . boys is doing nothing for you.”

“Right. You always act like you’re the victim. Your whole life.” “Enough, Linda,” Father said sharply before sitting down. “Remember your promise.” What promise? Cecilia’s mother scoffed and left, leaving me alone with Father. Father let out a breath before looking at me again. “Where is Damian Lee?” This question again. “He’s on a business trip in Mexico.” “Business trip? So he can do whatever it takes to keep his business running smoothly, but he can interfere with other people’s businesses, huh?” Father let out a small laugh.

“You still owe me $25, buddy. We all burst into loud laughter. At this point, I began to think that my and Jaxson’s destinies were intertwined. I remember my dad used to tell me about his favorite basketball player in junior high. So apparently, it was Jaxson all along. My dad wanted Jaxson to be a professional basketball player, but his dad wanted otherwise. His dad wanted him to be a business guru and follow his path but Jaxson wanted to be a basketballer. I guess that was the first time he had a major issue with his dad. His dad cut off his allowance and my dad took up the responsibility of buying his kits. Jaxson loved my dad because he played a major role in his life. I wonder what my d

This wasn’t his first, and neither would it be his last. Diana let out a low gasp as Gonzalez fumed, her heartbeat was at an abnormal rate, she was really scared of this man; it felt natural to be scared of him. Maybe because she was suspicious of his father; when father’s are something else. Their son tends to be way worse.

Then Dayton shifted his gaze to his son and said, "You can tell that Theo holds a grudge about you and Theo's mom. Why don't you find some time to explain to him? At least don't let him hate you so much." Dayton was also feeling aggrieved and devastated. "It was his mother's own decision to jump off the building and seek death. I have carried this guilt for years, living in such repression. Has he ever empathized with me?" Master Sanchez sighed and said, "Both of you, father and son, were unwilling to back down and had their pride. Hehe." He sneered twice, "Do you have to witness the internal struggle of the Sanchez family and their eventual bankruptcy before you are satisfied?"

Damian says quietly. “And I’m choosing him.” The brother’s smile slowly fades. The air shifts. The cold deepens. “What do you want?” Damian demands. A beat. Then— “Father wants a meeting,” the brother says. “He wants you to bring the boy.” Eli’s stomach drops. Damian’s fingers tighten around his. Hard. “No,” Damian snaps. “Absolutely not.” “You don’t have a choice.” “Watch me.” The brother sighs, as if bored. “Damian. Don’t be stupid.”