My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

Grandpa and his men don't seem phased by it, but I am thoroughly grossed out. "He was writhing like a headless chicken, grandpa. Don't act like it was nothing. Is he dead?" I ask him grimly. "No, he is fine. Bruce bandaged him up and sent him his way. After that, he will think twice before stealing from me again," grandpa said. "Is this how you always get people to give your money back?" I ask. Grandpa shakes his head no. "I've done worse to people. This guy got off easy."

Destiny squeaked at my side. “Well, you’d better get used to it, babe. You’re going to be doing that a heck of a lot, even running.” I dragged her along. Fortunately my Bentley was parked near the exit. “What? Running? From whom? Are you a gangster?” she panted. I rolled my eyes. Where did she get that? From a rockstar to a pimp, now I’m a gangster. “Yeah, my grandfather is the Godfather.” I couldn’t help but yank her chain. I opened the car door for her.

I sighed and said "No, no, I won't understand any explanation; okay, I'll eat anything I want, and from what I've learnt, you've married; how is your husband doing? what he does to you? Tell me what you think! Did he treat you well? If not, then I'll have to teach him some good lessons. I am a retired police officer." He stated his argument. My maternal grandfather was, in fact, a former cop. He was feared by everyone when he was younger. His harshness toward lawbreakers is a particularly striking incident.

I could not believe it. My parents probably also didn’t want to believe or accept the truth as well, as they refused to repeat it. They only exposed conflicted expressions. I was stumped. I sat, my book long forgotten, baffled. My grandpa did something like that? The old man that chased squirrels? Him? A thief and a murderer? I did not want to believe it. “How Is that possible? Huh? I can believe that he probably stole the agency but he killed people? What do you mean by he wiped them out? Is it possible to wipe out someone’s entire family?” I desperately questioned. It all didn’t make sense.

Spittle flew from the grandfather's mouth as he shouted, "I don't have any money for you, boy! Certainly not for a low life like you. Why don't you try begging from your wealthy cousin, Alpha Yadiel? He's on your mother's side of the family!" This was the moment when his son confronted the elderly grandfather. With a swift, brutal motion, he snapped the old man's neck. He then proceeded to locate the hidden money jar, and, without a backward glance, he departed.

People only knew his name, but not his face. Locking gazes with Josh, Giovanni proudly said, "Well, grandson, you're looking at Giovanni right now." Hearing his grandfather's revelation, Josh was stunned. His mind reeled with the weight of the disclosure, leaving Josh in a state of profound shock. In a shaky voice, he finally managed to ask, "So, that means you're a Mafia boss?" His grandfather nodded. Josh struggled with a hurricane of emotions and thoughts. Honestly, the realization that his grandfather was entwined with a criminal world left him with a sense of disappointment, making it difficult to find the right words to address this unexpected revelation.

“Don’t make this into what it is not. I’m only asking for what should have been ours from the beginning.” I chuckled. “What should have been yours,” i mused. “No, young man,” I said coldly, stepping closer so that the glass behind him reflected his face pale against the green. “What you’re asking for is theft. And worse, foolish theft. Your grandfather has nothing that is left within those vaults. Did you really think Roland Kade and I were stupid enough to bury the sweat of our lives in a vault that any greedy hand could open? Did you really think that it would be a walk in the park to reap where you did not sow?” I let the silence stretch for a few moments. “As easy as taking candy from a

“Don't lie to me. I heard him mention my family.” Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. My city. Every banners had my pictures on them. Every paper, magazines had my pictures. “My grandfather wasn't always the saint I make him out to be,” I said finally, not turning around. “He made deals with dangerous people. Collected information on powerful men. Insurance policies, he called them.” “Blackmail,” Lexi said quietly. “Among other things.” I faced her again. “When he died, I inherited more than just money and businesses. I inherited enemies.”

she muttered coldly, “from a former most-wanted criminal, Arrogance and stubbornness are all you can get.” Gasps broke out around the room. Everyone's attention including mine went straight to her. Grandpa was a most wanted criminal!? “Ms. Riverwood,” one of the board members stood, shocked. “What did you just say?” My grandfather erupted. “You bitch! You’re not allowed to reveal that—how dare you—”

“You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?” Preston froze, then his eyes flicked between my face and Grandpa’s, picking up the resemblance. Finally, he laughed in mock realization. “I see it now. You’re this woman’s grandfather!” He slapped his thigh dramatically. “You old fool! Your granddaughter is pretending to be the chairman’s granddaughter, and now you’re pretending to be the chairman, aren’t you? Is scamming a family business?” “You!” Grandpa broke into a violent coughing fit. He was shaking in anger.