Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

When I reach the garden, I find him on his usual round. "Uncle Mich! Uncle Mich!" I smile when he turns and looks at me. "How can I help you, miss?" He asks with a kind smile. Mich is like another uncle; I know he's very close to mom and, from what I've gathered, dad almost had a heart attack when mom simply informed him that Mich would be living here again. Due to his jealousy, they had a monumental fight, during which mom took me to Poland, and we stayed with uncle Maurizio for nearly two months until dad gave in and accepted Mich's return. No one ever imagined he would end up married to the cheerful Melike, thus easing dad's jealousy.

"Besides, look how well it turned out last time you picked someone yourself." My smile froze. He was right. "Alright," I nodded. "Deal." "Good." Leopold put his arm around my shoulder, pleased. "Let's go. We're going home." I sat in the back of the stretch limo, polishing the Beretta my father had given me. "But Father," I said suddenly. "The woman I am now... I doubt most men would have the guts to even approach me." Leopold let out a booming laugh. "Even better," he said. "Saves me the trouble of cleaning them up."

He is pointedly ignored. “I won’t”. I nod so fast, my neck creaks with the strain of it. “Everything is fine, sir”. He laughs. It’s a faint melodious sound, like the twinkling of bells. “There’s no need to be so formal, Sorahiko. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while now, you know?”. Either I’m hearing things or Miyamura’s father just said that he knows me— that he’s been looking forward to meeting me to be exact.

I forced a smile as I moved my eyes back to the car. The Don is about to drive out. "He is just like his father," Mimi's mother added. I looked at her. She is looking at them with delight in her face. I looked at them too. They are driving out. "They are kind gentlemen," she said. I shook my head slightly. Mario is kind. I can't say same for his dad. But he is gorgeously unkind. And hot. And tempting. I have to stop thinking like this. It is not right.

“As far as Michael had reported to me, I think Huihui didn’t recieve any letter yet.” “Of course Mother, Huihui wouldn’t recieve any letter since her personality is the similar to father. She’s a snob and always had this strict looking expression. I can even count her friends at school.” Both Jingfie and lIhua glanced at the child who was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with plate on his small hands.

he asked, dragging a chair closer like this was a conversation over drinks. “Nothing that will change the world.” I rolled my shoulder, the stress still clinging to my muscles like a second skin. “Some dirty arms trades. Human trafficking routes. My father’s greatest hits.” Mario pulled out two cigars from his inner coat pocket, tossing one at me. “Daddy dearest still causing problems from the grave?” “He’s not dead yet.” Unfortunately. Julio lit my cigar before I even asked. Always two steps ahead. Always too loyal. When Mario reached out for his, Julio barely spared him a glance. Cold. Silent. Refusing. Mario smirked and lit it himself.

Only a wise person would understand to do the math of how Borasco was going to get a grasp of the chance to receive the fulfillment of the promise he was given. “Father, I have come to say that….” Mauricio paused as his chest seemed to be in intolerable pain, trying to say the emotions it held. “I am grateful I am able to see this beautiful world through you,” the son smiled with his eyes clouded by tears as he looked up to meet his father’s gaze. “Don’t be stupid. Stay away from me and save yourself!”

Mario kart" It just came out, I don't know how it did, but it happened. I can't keep doing this anymore. I need to air it all out. I looked at his face, there was a touch of hate, shock and disgust. I don't wait for him to finish, I just started talking. "My father and Mario were very close friends, their union was too close, too close that my dad promised to give me to him son for marriage. His son... his son was an abuser, I hated him with my life. He was wicked and he..." my voice trailed off and I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on the table.

Leonardo “So,” I start, grunting when a particularly painful twinge flares in my back. “Grandfather was never your abuser, was he?” I ask my father. He titters. “Oh, he was. He just didn’t know what it meant for him every time he laid his hands on me. The idiot never did figure out I was the one pulling all the strings. He was too stupid.” before I was taken by B-20 my father took over the mafia and was in charge after his father, my grandfather.

I grabbed the bottle of scotch and refilled my glass. “Then you better find another plan,” Micah said. “It doesn’t matter how you pull this off. As long as we get Cato Marino, your father walks free. It’s that simple. Do nothing—and I will kill him.” The gentlemanly attitude was long gone, and now his true colors rose to the surface. He squeezed his glass with his fingers. “Your father encroached on our territory and was stupid enough to cross the line one too many times. I was kind enough to give him a warning—but no more.”