John B's Dad Novels & Stories

Mama asks ma taking her hands into hers. "That piece of shit is the leader" ma says in a angry tone. Everything went silent until Nick,Kiah and Mika walks in with the same expression as ma. "Who?"Mama asks eying them all. "Josh Black" they replied together looking dazed. I can't believe this my father is a gang leader. No wonder he has so much money. I can't wrap my head around the fact that he actually runs a gang. It takes me a minute to react,but I finally speak up.

"During those years when you pretended to be poor, Grandma emptied her retirement savings to support your business! She pitied you for being an orphan. She scrimped and saved so she could give you the best of everything. She treated you like her own child. How could you... Mom simply lowered her eyes and regarded me coldly. "Your father even told you that. Donald was right. He was simply trying to leverage past favors to control us." Her expression turned even colder. "Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you." The henchmen behind her stepped forward. With a single swing of a hammer, Grandma's tombstone shattered. "No!" I threw myself over the grave, clawing at the coffin's seams with my

"You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?" Dad only stared at him in silence. Then, he grabbed Uncle David's hand and led him into the study.

I said as I swooped her off her feet, taking her out of the kitchen, and I assigned Miss Anna to take care of the food I had been cooking. “Why does daddy have to get ready by himself?” she asked as Jordan followed behind us upstairs. “Because daddy is not a baby, he’s a big boy.” “But I’m your baby,” he whispered with a playful smirk on his face, and I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. John had gone back to London to be with his wife, Linda, while Jerome decided to keep working for Jordan, even though we had told him he was family now and didn’t need to do any of that, but he insisted. Dad went back as well but always came visiting whenever he could.

Mom had seen to that. She'd married someone else two years after we left, a man that was the complete opposite of her first husband, the man who fathered me. Where dad had been a rough and tumble biker, John is a scholar. He was older than mom by about ten years and from a very good family. Mom met him when she was serving tables at a hole in the wall in New York City, struggling to make ends meet for her and her son since she refused to accept any help from my father, who she'd come to resent. Or so I'd always believed.

I nod repeatedly and smile at him again. "Y-Yes, Johiel. Your... Your real dad is here," I whispered, glancing at Yohan, who was standing quietly but looking at both Johiel and me now as if waiting for me to introduce him to our son. "M-My Dad is right here? Is my dad Mr. CEO, Mommy?" Johiel asked incredulously, looking at Yohan. Again, I nodded, unable to hold back my tears. "Y-Yes, Johiel." Johiel burst into tears and ran towards Yohan, who also embraced our son.

John admitted, looking a little worried. "If you like her, you don’t need to do anything special. Just be yourself, my boy. Don’t pretend to be someone else," Marcus said, finishing up Caroline’s diaper change. "Come here, sit on my lap." John hesitated but climbed onto his father’s knee. "What’s wrong, Dad?" he asked, looking a little embarrassed.

Jessica said, collapsing to the ground as she looked at Mom and Dad dazedly. Mom's face was ashen. She couldn't speak. "This isn't John, Dad." Suddenly, Julian shook his head. "Look, John has a birthmark on his ankle. This corpse doesn't have that!" Ignoring the nauseating stench, Dad leaned forward and examined the body. Then, he said furiously, "This isn't John! That bastard. How dare he use another person's corpse in his place just to frighten us!" "Someone get this rotten corpse out of here and feed it to the dogs, and find John Gomez right now! That ingrate, I'll teach him a lesson when I find him!"

" Josh asked, confused. "Josh. Mr. Preston is your dad" Josh's back stifffenes immediately as he rubbed both his ears in case he didn't hear her correctly. His back shifted uncomfortably as it pressed against the chair. "How can that be be mom? Jerry is Mr. Preston's son"

My dad wasn't just a murderer,he had committed multiple manslaughter. "I don't know,but it's pretty sinister how all these people either died or went missing just like that. Look James,you're like a brother to me,but I'm don't want to get into this type of mess." John said,his sharp and clear voice now sounded frightened. "Whatever is going on,just be careful James." The line cuts, leaving me standing in the empty kitchen, consumed my the defending screams in my head. The next day,the all-board members meeting was happening and dad was flying into town. I drowned myself in alcohol trying to distract my mind from the new and suspecting revelation from John yesterday.