Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Novels & Stories

" As expected, you're no different from your father either. You son of satan! " Rostam smirked at him before picking up a piece of glass from the bottle he had thrown earlier. " You're actually wrong, because I'm more demonic than he is. " He sarcastically laugh. " Well, you're right. You should be in hell right now, your father is just ahead but don't worry, you're going to follow him soon. "

The old man shouted and stood in front of his son. " I am sorry sir, but he started it.." Rohit said grinding his teeth. " Shut up!!! Didn't your parents teach you anything?? " the old man shouted. " Sir my parents taught me everything but I am sorry to say that you forgot to teach basic things to your son. Sir, please teach your son to behave well with women. He was misbehaving with her. " Rohit pointed towards me. " How dare you talk to me like this?? Who are you?? Are you from the girl's side? "

“Your club? Are you the manager of this shithole?” “You can say that.” He walks up to me and grabs my shirt. My men reach for their guns, but I shake my head. “I pay your boss a lot of money. I expect any bitch I want.” “Who are you?” “Matthew Romanov.” Romanov—that means his father is Andrei Romanov, with a vodka empire. A trust-fund clown. Unfortunately for him, I’m not on good terms with his father. “I’m going to give you a choice. Your hand or your dick.”

My muscles lock and I sit up, angry now. For the most part, I've been unresponsive and letting him say whatever the hell he wants without engaging but I snapped upon hearing that last phrase. “Raise me?” I repeat, meeting his gaze unflinching. “Mom raised me, all you was saunter in when you were ready and even then, you've done a shitty job as a father!” His face falls, followed by anguish but I'm not done. “Brittney-”

He asked, moving closer to my bed. "I heard you, but...." "Can't do it?" He hissed. "Don't tell me you're still in love with that girl or are just so gutless that you can't even do this?" My father has always called me gutless because I do not always agree with his ruthless way of doing things. Even though, I usually do not have a choice but to follow his orders. I mostly do not agree with him and this further made him hate me. "You do not get your ass beaten by a stranger and still expect me to clean up after you." He roared, eyeing me with disdain.

Then I fucking lost it. “I am begging…” “No.” He crouched, dropped to his haunches, and stared me in the eye like I was his meal but he wasn’t hungry enough yet. “You’re teasing. You’re being a brat. You’re thinking your mouth is enough to make me forget that my own father had your scent on him.” I froze. He leaned in, nose brushing mine. “You think I’m like him?” he whispered. “You think I just fuck whoever opens their legs?”

Even Rora couldn't hold back rolling her eyes. “I'm just kidding. You should have seen all your faces.” he continued, wiping a invisible tear from his left eye. His face darkened and any ounce of amusement and laughter was gone and if the hall wast quiet before, it was now. You could basically feel the fear rolling off everyone form that one expression. He looked like his father. A lot. “I am my father's son. He on the other hand? Is rotting away in the earth. Do with that information whatever you may.”

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

As a caring father who has nothing more important than his daughters in this world, he wouldn’t run after his instincts while Avra was sad. And what is he doing right now? He messes around with his dear daughter’s friend like the selfish man he is. Such a good father. Maybe Mr. Robinson was right. Maybe it wasn’t that weird to ask Mathias to leave his daughters and it was obvious he could act careless. In the end, he is Alexander Raptis’s son. Like father, like son, huh? Running a hand through his hair, Mathias averts his eyes from Cassie. “Yeah, I did.”

“She is a slut. She is just like her father. She had agreed to fuck a man she was betraying. Why? To prove what? That she used you?” I blinked and licked my lips as my phone shook in my hand. “She is not a slut.” “Fuck that man. You can’t go back now. You have to go ahead with you plana nd make her little life a fucking living hell.” “No,” I whispered. “Yes!” he snapped. “She is just like her father. Just like mom. She deserves to be blackmailed.” “No… she is not like mom.” My phone slipped from my hands. I staggered back and pressed my back on the wall as I struggled to breathe.