My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

All I could concentrate on was trying to breathe. He laughed again. “You will never understand how much I suffered. Every time grandfather made it obvious you were his golden grandson, it caused pain to every part of my life. Even though I hated you, I couldn't stop thinking that if I did what Grandfather says, everything would be fine. It never happened” “You are smuggling drugs, Vincent! money laundering, all of that! ” I said as my face turned into a scowl. The blood was beginning to drip down to the floor. It was becoming harder for me to concentrate on anything else besides taking one breath after another.

Grandpa had been receiving treatment from home because it was better that way. “I heard you fired your cousin today,” he said, his tone cautious. His grey eyes moved gently. “Yes,” I said simply. “I fired him for fraud. Do you know how much money he’s siphoned from the company, Grandpa?” I raised my brows, sounding irritated. I had always hated people like him who took advantage of others' hard work. They did this to show they were smart and people who worked hard were dumb for doing so. “I know,” he admitted.

"What about his grandfather? The hitman - didn't the people who hired him come after him?" His hand faltered, the knife trembling against the cutting board. He didn't look at me, his head bowed, the line of his jaw tight. When he finally raised his eyes, they were guarded, but his smile was soft, disarming. "Gran was a tough guy. Kept me hidden. No one ever knew who I really was." He went back to chopping, the rhythm returning, like he hadn't just cracked open a piece of his soul.

He paused, his gaze distant, lost somewhere deep in memories that had long haunted him. “Your grandfather,” he said finally, his tone laden with grief, “was a good man once. But greed… it changed him. He started small, dealing under the table, taking shortcuts that promised easy money. At first, it seemed harmless. We thought he’d stop once the debts were paid, once the business was steady again. But he didn’t.”

his grandfather’s words hit him hard, and his eyes flew open in shock. “Embezzled money? What are you saying, grandfather?” he stuttered in disbelief. “Oh! Don’t call me that, thief. I am not a grandfather to a thief,” his grandfather ended the call on his ears before he could let out another statement. “What the hell? Embezzled money? How could I?” he stuttered, still in shock. He tried to call his grandfather, but his number was unreachable. “I didn’t do that!” he screamed in frustration.

My grandfather’s face stayed calm as he confirmed it. I felt sick and asked why. He said because Thomas had betrayed the family. Thomas shook his head and said he had betrayed the council. My grandfather said he had betrayed him personally. Thomas said he had refused to become him. My grandfather said that was exactly why he’d had to disappear. I looked at Thomas and said he had survived the attack. He confirmed it. I asked why he hadn’t come back, then. My grandfather answered for him, saying he had threatened everyone Thomas loved. I turned on him and said he had threatened me. He confirmed it. My mother, and he confirmed that too. Emma, and he confirmed it again.

Because he was damn right. Did that bitch even ever see me as a sister? Did she even me as… "Let me tell you a story," Grandfather said.” And I hope you will be able to learn one or two from here or remember something familiar.” I looked at him, confused. "There was…this young man who was like a son to me. He had a very kind heart, kind like yours. He had a loving wife and a beautiful little daughter." A shadow passed over his face. One day, one of his employees was caught stealing from him. The man begged, saying he did it for his family, who were struggling to survive. And the kind man forgave him. He even gave him food, money, and many other things to help."

"Fiancée. Since when?" "Since last month." "Where's the ring?" Adrian held his grandfather’s gaze without hesitation. "It was stolen. I'm having a new one made." His grandfather's expression cooled. "Stolen. Who stole from you?" "A maid. She's been handled." "Handled how?" Adrian looked directly at the older man, his tone level. "I removed her from society. No one steals from a Volkov." His grandfather nodded. "Good. I hope you mailed the body to her family. So they know what happens."

I bring my girlfriend, Madeline Conway, back to my village hometown to meet my parents and discuss marriage plans. Mom and Dad grin slyly as they say, "You're going to have to be careful with your belongings after marrying Jasper, Maddie." My younger brother, Justin Norman, bursts out in laughter. He scoffs and says, "You probably don't know this, Maddie, but Jasper stole Mom's gold necklace when he was little. Dad locked him up in the storeroom all day and night and still couldn't get a confession out of him." The moment he says that, Mom and Dad smack the table and burst into laughter. My grip on my fork tightens as I fight to contain my anger and anguish. "I said I never stole it."

I know my own grandfather runs an empire built on shadows, money laundering, and illegal syndicates right here in New York. “Please, don’t be scared of me,” Dante murmurs instantly, reading the sudden panic flashing in my eyes. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, dragging me even closer, fusing our body heat together until there is no air left between us. “I will never hurt you, Liv. Never.” I understand this brutal world better than most. I’ve grown up in the crosshairs of it. I know my grandfather is the supreme ruler of our family, pulling strings and managing illegal operations across the city.