My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

“Where is your father, Billy-boy?” “He won’t be a problem. I had taken care of him. Billy nervously admits. “You saying you are stealing from him to pay your debt?” Andy was instantly furious. He wants his money but he dislike men like the one in front of him. Thieves should have a kind of honor. “He won’t miss it. Look at the fucking place where he lives. He had a huge amount of money stashed away.” Billy said eagerly trying to safe his own skin. “Wait here Papa.” Maya carefully made her grandfather sit down on the bench. “How do you feel?”

he said, looking back at him. Grandfather laughed, "That's why I like you; you're just so smart. Well, that belongs to her parents", " Stolen by who?", " Who else? The people who murder them", " Her parents were murdered?", " By Ferdinand and his wife", " How come you're just telling me", " Because it's my choice. I was waiting for her to come up with the choice she made with our deal, but I'm getting too impatient". Christian quickly returned the files to the envelope and handed it back to him.

Only problem was the devil would have to get comfortable being bald. "That's not possible, grandpa had everything he ever wanted, he was a contented man." Even before the Graham name became something juicy enough for the blogs and big time investors, grandpa never complained about lacking anything 'actually necessary' as he would put it. "Well he did. And maybe, just maybe if he hadn't, none of this would be happening." He eased into the head chair, Raina's rightful seat, "It's a shame really." He shook his head, "The thief died before I could get my hands on him." He gaze heated like he could actually picture grandpa taking his last breath with Caleb's fingers wrapped around his throat.

Regardless, the old man could see through me and would stop at nothing to make me bend the knee, if he so much wanted. But he was acting too gently, and that scares me the most. Even when I left the shady business years ago, my grandfather only said okay, and I knew it was not okay. My grandfather was not one to accept rejection. He hadn’t run the mafia for fifty years just to have me, a bit grandson, defy him. My grandfather would put the organization and his reputation first. He had always done that, and he would never stop doing that. I didn't need to be told how far the man would go to have his way, I knew it.

"Gangster, eh?" I blanched, worried that I had overstepped. Seeing my nervous expression he laughed. "I prefer the term 'creative entrepreneur'." "But you said...my grandfather..." I was so confused. Gangsters were bad guys, right? He smirked. "Yes, your grandfather. If he hadn't passed down the mantle of the Westside Thorns to me, I wouldn't have become the man I am today."

It's exactly because I knew that, I manufactured the events leading to our parents taking away your debit card! "When you called Stella, I already told her beforehand that whatever you said is going to be a lie!" I shook with rage, and landed a slap across his face before I knew it. "He's your grandfather! H-How could you—" I tried to curse him, but I couldn't even manage a full sentence because I was hesitating. Because he was Grandpa's real grandson. Even though I sent him stumbling, he simply shrugged and continued, "I am the heir of the Sullivans and groomed to be such! While you are just a bumpkin from the boonies, and you think you can take everything from me?!"

My first instinct was to rush forward, but the police stopped me. "Why are you arresting my father?" I asked. "Upon investigation, the box contains stolen gold bars from a heist that happened over a decade ago. They were taken mid-transit. We've also managed to confirm that the mastermind was your grandfather. Your father's guilty expression now proves he was connected too."

I didn't dare imagine what Grandpa might have done if something had truly happened to me today. He gently stroked my hand. "Sabrina, I didn't protect you well enough. Tell me… when I see your parents again one day, will they blame me?" I clasped his hand tightly and shook my head. Grandpa had already done more than enough for me. In his younger days, he had moved freely through both the underworld and the legitimate world, commanding countless followers. Nathan and the head of the Hartley family had once been among those who followed him. Later, after my parents took over the family affairs, the Pierce family gradually withdrew from the underworld. The bloody storms that once surrounded Gran

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab

Libre ang maging masaya kaya hindi ko 'yon ipagkakait sa sarili ko sa kabila ng reyalidad kong kahit pagod na ay patuloy pa ring nagsusumikap para sa pamilya at sa pangarap. Ako ang bread winner ng pamilya namin. Nasawi sa isang disgrasya sina mama at papa no'ng 13 years old ako kaya mula no’n ay ako na ang tumatayong magulang ng nakakabata kong kapatid na si Hannah. Kay lola kami tumira simula no'n, siya ang nag alaga sa amin at ang nagpalakli sa amin. Kaya ngayong kahit papaano ay kaya ko nang mag trabaho at maghanap ng mapagkukunan ng pera ay ako na ang umako ng responsibilidad sa pamilya namin. Ako na ang tumutustos sa mga pang araw-araw nilang kailangan.