Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

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.”

Jackson explains which sounded so horrible, I can’t imagine the feelings Reece had after he let go of that guy. “But why does Mario care so much about that chain?” I ask not really understanding that part, Mario had told me over the phone it was his father's chain but by all accounts, Catia, was a single mother. “It’s his last item connecting him with his late father, we did some digging and learnt his father used to also be this big-time gangster and ran with the wrong people.” He says which was a shock to me, I know I hadn’t heard a thing about his father, but I had no idea, he was up to the same things as Mario.

Micah definitely touches a nerve, and the exchange spirals out of control so fast I can't grasp it. I place my hand upon my chest, trying so hard not to crack—to hold back my hot fury that makes me want to burst into tears. I feel so much pity for Mario. Bringing me into this family has caused so much strain between him and his children. He was always a stubborn man, but he didn’t deserve this. For them to think their father would have something with his son’s wife breaks my heart in more ways than I can explain. “Mario is one of—” I hold my lips, chuckling. “He’s the greatest man I have been honored to know amongst a thousand men—and he’s your father,” I start, ignoring Micah’s scoff.

Ceres's POV Home. The word was foreign on my tongue, an echo of something long lost. Mario, my father's close friend was only fifteen years my senior. Like my brother Justin and me, Mario had grown up with every privilege imaginable. My father adored him. Maybe too much. Mario, had traveled abroad years ago to carve his own path. And now, he was back. I met his gaze, hope flickering in my chest for the first time in what felt like an eternity. I nodded, my decision made.

This was before the expulsion of several organized crime groups, in the midst of a last gang war that plagued the city with crimes that for years, with several victims among businessmen, this made the city isolated and made its own laws, when Tsuki Miki Delphos' parents were caught in the crossfire on the eve of the election. Anyway, being kidnapped and killed, forcing his son to isolate himself, being taken for a good part of his childhood and his adult life to live far away towards traveling to various parts of the world, where he trained and was introduced to the religion of One -Mu, where he was trained and inserted into the mystical environment.

Forrest nodded, trying to get serious. I sighed, reaching out to hold my wife’s hand. “Well, unlike Yūri, I was born and raised in San Francisco. My parents immigrated to chase the American dream before world war two started. Of course, it wasn’t long after that they ended up in a camp.” I began rolling my eyes. “I was born the year after they were released. I had a happy childhood. My father was Hikari Takuya and my mother was Riko Saki. In Japan, my father has been a policeman. But with how things were going and the talk of war looming, they left to avoid him being drafted into a war he probably wouldn’t come back from.” I sighed.

He was the nicest out of the council and always tried to go for a peaceful solution for most problems. He was also another member that kept their secret. For he loved his daughter too much to judge her for who she was. Miki helped her father in the Inn while she awaited to take her role in the council. Everything she knew about leadership and fighting she learned from her father. She was his only child. "Happy Birthday, Shiro," Mr. Ling's face shined with joy. "Your grandfather would be so happy to see that his grandson had grown to be such a great man."

I exchange a glance with Susan, a silent question written on my face. "Mario and Dad met years ago in Italy, even before I was born. My grandfather had sent him there to finish his university studies. He and Dad were roommates." Feeling a bit more relaxed with this new information about Will’s life, I decide to calm down and look for something to eat. "And where is that old geezer?" "Hey, no. Don’t call him that. Will might be many things, but never... old." I jump to his defense at the sudden word. Mario slaps the table, startling the three of us, and roars with laughter.

Not only did he struggle to get hard, but even if he could get it up, he only lasted a few seconds. Sometimes, he couldn't even get it in. As time passed, I no longer expected anything from him at all. With nowhere to release my pent-up desires, I had no choice but to secretly rely on the toys I purchased online. Peter could also sense my growing indifference toward him, but he simply assumed I was just too tired out from caring for him. Thus, he suggested that we get his father, a farmer from the countryside, to come over and share the burden with me. The next afternoon, my father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, arrived by public transport. He showed up in a white shirt and a straw hat, looking eve