Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

His father who had rushed to the scene to greet his son, also came to a stop, wide-eyed. Taking charge, Lucien stepped forward and said smoothly, in his cold, precise way, “Diaz, I need to talk to you. Regarding your son.” Benedict Diaz looked terrified as he straightened and stared in fear. He had been the head gardener of the Mafia Don’s estate and palatial home for years now. Had his son inadvertently angered the dreaded Don? He knew what happened to men who crossed the Boss. His body broke out in a sweat and he looked ghastly white as he stuttered a reply,

The engine roared to life and I swung out of the parking lot of the warehouse, heading to my father's office. My father, Giordano González , wasn't a man to be fucked with. He'd amassed a fortune during his tenure as Don, touting influential friends including the vice president of the United States. The irony regarding my announcement wouldn't be lost on him. He was well aware I was cunning in every decision I made. I maneuvered through the streets, enjoying the ride more than usual. Tension remained in my bones, my decision one my father would undoubtedly second guess.

Dianne even thought that her daughter would grow old as a virgin. “Mom! It’s not about a crush, okay?” Dione refused but her smile says other wise. So the lady still refuses to believe. But she understood her child. She suddenly remembered her first crush, Dione’s biological father. Danny and Dia are from the same father, while Dione was the first born and also has a different father to her younger siblings. This is unknown to Dione’s younger siblings because Dianne chose to not talk about her first love. And Dione doesn’t talk about her father either. The last time she asked about her father is when the day she saw her mother crying while hugging her father’s picture frame.

“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.”

"Joey is fine dad... He just can't be here because his mom traveled to another city." "Oh, what about his dad?" Williams was confused. "Over there!" Jaden stylishly pointed to a bald man, who should be in his early forties. "Him? Then why is Joey not with him?" Williams sounds more confused as he kept staring at the man. "His dad has another family, and doesn't like his mom." Jaden never went into the full detail. "I get it! That boy with him is Joey halfbrother right?" Williams seems to have understood where Jaden is driving at.

Lake: I was more than determined to find Jesse Wyatt and make an unholy example out of him. I was willing to put every single resource I could gather, willing to comb the ends of the earth just to make sure that I found him. He was Jojo's father and he had treated her wrongly. It was safe to say that he was also the reason why Jojo had to endure hardship all her life. I was going to find him and make him pay for it. It was the least I could do for her.

"I really don't care anymore. I reached out to him—every year, actually. Birthdays. Milestones. Updates. Nothing. Not a single response. But if I wanted to know what he's been doing all this time? All I'd have to do is turn on ESPN." Sebastian frowned. "ESPN? Why would a sports network—hold up." His eyes widened. "Why in the hell would they be talking about Izzy's father on—" Laila cleared her throat. "Her father," she said slowly, "is the starting quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals." Sebastian shot upright. "Her father is Jordan Hall?!" He stared at her like she had just revealed a state secret. Laila just nodded, exhaustion and acceptance woven together in her expression.

When Zie noticed my uneasiness he grabbed my hand that was full of sweat and squeeze it, comforting me. "Everything will be okay baby, doc Ramon will just talk to you, nothing else. It will be over before you knew it." He calmed me down and somehow it made me feel better, not because of what he said but because of his hand that was wrapped around my hands. "Thank you, daddy," I said and tightened my grip on his hand. A few moments later the door of the clinic opened, I was shocked to see Joe come out of the clinic followed by another man which I thought was doc Ramon, Nile's father.

Jeremy – or as Aldo and Kai know him, Dario spoke unvaryingly to his father. Aldo breathily chuckled, “What kind of son are you to wish death for his father?” He commented as he watched his son in the small kitchen – completely unbothered by the gun in his father’s hand or by the state Aldo was in. Jeremy/Dario didn’t care for the small scraps and scratches on Aldo’s face, arms, and legs. He didn’t care if the man is hurt. Dario is completely unperturbed by his father’s state.

I was supposed to say that just to myself, but it slipped on my lips. He smiled, "Yes, young miss. I am Fidel Augustine Dausel. Dionysus' father." My mouth gaped open in shock, my head is swirling in thoughts if that's even possible. I can't believe I am standing face to face with Dion's father, and the fact that he is an owner of a known hospital in the United States. I know I shouldn't make this one a big deal, someday when I become professional, I'll be facing more elites. But for some reason, I felt the pride to meet Fidel Augustine Dausel, father of Dionysus Dausel.