Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

The actual head of the Milovich family looked like nothing more than a respectable businessman. He sat down and took a sip of tea. "Miss Stascia, I've heard so much about you. What happened to your father has always weighed on me." "Has it." I dropped a sugar cube into my cup and stirred. He sighed. "Everyone always says our families are bitter enemies, but the truth is, your father and I were on quite good terms while he was alive. He left us so suddenly. I still think it's a real shame." I set down the spoon and looked up at him.

"Where has my Grandfather been all this time, when I needed him? Who the hell even are you?!" " I'm Micah. Pleased to finally meet your acquaintance, Yuuki " Micah says calmly as if I'm being completely unreasonable questioning him. "As to your previous questions, your Grandfather....well great Grandfather to be more specific, you'll learn has his own ways of doing things. He does things only at his leisure. It's quite irritating sometimes" "Tell him that I don't need him now" I say moving to pull the curtains at the window blocking him out.

Alfredo kept staring at Mario. "Uncle," Mario called. "Mario...," Alfredo paused. Mario stared at him. "You are going to be a father," Alfredo said. Mario froze slightly, staring at Alfredo. "She is two weeks gone," Alfredo said. Mario gritted his teeth angrily. "Take it out," "Mario...." "Take it out, uncle. I can't have a child with that lunatic," Mario snarled. "At least let's wait for your father," Alfredo said.

“After the whole fiasco with Monica’s father, dad was lucky enough to be recruited by the gang he was spying for. Dad worked closely with the boss while Dominic and I ran little errands in the organization.” “Dad’s boss was Mico. Don Mico was a ruthless yet considerate leader. He was the most feared don across the several bays, and he was the leader of Crystal Bay. The only reason he took some interest in me was because he said I reminded him of when he was younger. He taught me most of the things I know about the mafia today. He prepared me like I was going to be the next in line after him.” Jordan began rubbing my thighs up and down. I placed both of my hands on his and he smiled and mouth

But she was happy that she was now doing the right thing. Mr. and Mrs. Luthra were happy to see their daughter happy again. * * After one month, Mike graduated with a first class honors. Mr. and Mrs. Luthra were surprised with his qualifications because their son was taking care of the family business at the same time study. The university offered him a scholarship, but Mike turned it down, he is a father and soon a Mafia King. He just wanted to be close to his wife and kids, and also enjoy the mafia world now that he has no enemies.

The restaurant was busy, as always, and I was used to the constant noise of responsibility. Then my phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up without much thought, expecting a message from my assistant or the kitchen manager. But it was from my mother. I froze the moment I read it. “Come back home, Letty. It’s your father. He is gone. The funeral will be held in two weeks.” My breath left me in one sharp rush. Micheal Wells was dead. The man who took us in and gave my mother a second chance at happiness. The Alpha of the pack and the man whose house held both my deepest pain and my sweetest memories.

Then she turns to Mike, extending a perfect hand, a sovereign's gesture, not an invitation. "Mike. We hear a great deal about Chicago. And about you." Not "Tara has told us about you." A "we" that includes the entire network, all the reports, all the history. Mike takes her hand, bows slightly. "Ariane. The honor is ours. Welcome." Then comes my father's turn. The handshake is quick, firm as a stone embrace. "Mike," my father rumbles. "Auracio," he replies, his voice even. "I hope the journey from Naples wasn't too trying," Mike continues, without breaking eye contact. "My father often told me transatlantic flights were an ordeal, even by private jet."

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

He stood respectfully a few feet away from his father and called "Father". Lucas Santino turned slowly to look at his soon. At age 55, Lucas Santino still looked quite agile for his age. His father was the current patriarch of the Santino family. The Santino family had been a mafia family for a long while now. Longer than the Minettis which was why they had a lot of pride. And they were irked when a relatively new family like the Minettis were able to go far to almost become on the same level as them. Although the two families had also had a dispute before.

My temper flared before I could control it and I had to take a few deep breaths so I didn’t snap at one of the few true friends I had. My father was the last person on this fucked up earth I wanted to turn to for help. It was a testament to the friendship Tristan and I shared that I managed to keep the volume of my voice level. “No. I’ll handle this myself. This is between me and Mario. My father has made it clear he’s not getting involved, even if I wanted him to. He won’t choose between his sons.” The mafia boss apparently did have a weakness after all. After all these years of him lecturing me about how disgusted he was by my own, he wasn’t such a hard ass himself. Not when it came to his