My Triplets' Daddy Is A Heartless Mafia Novels & Stories

He asked, wondering if Tessa had gotten married while she was away. “We don’t have a daddy, Mr handsome. Can you be our daddy?” Willa said adorably while Reagan and Nia shared a look. They didn’t object because the man looked like them and he was also powerful. Those who were bullying them were scared of him. They thought if the man was their daddy, they wouldn’t get bullied anymore. Reagan looked up seriously, “Hello Uncle. We are triplets and we like you very much. Can you be our daddy and protect us every day?”

Three minutes later, the triplets found themselves inside Anthony's Rolls Loyce, their legs hanging in the air as they sat at the back seats. All three of them were curious and excited to be inside their father's car. Anthony leaned back against the black leather seat and observed the curious triplets calmly, wondering why he was helping to send them home, as he had always thought that children were nothing but trouble. "How did you end up in the Archduke Group?" "We got lost!" Charlie said. "Do you really think I would buy that?" "We are telling the truth!" Chris argued. "You were bullying a nice lady the last time we saw you. Can you...stop?"

"Ah, then that’s it. The rebel has finally found a cause to sacrifice himself for. A marked female and three children who can hardly stand you. What a noble destiny." My stomach turned. He was right about the triplets. They didn’t trust me. They looked at me like a monster. And my father knew how to use that against me. Always knew. "They will learn to trust," I said, more for me than for him. "I will conquer each one of them."

Billionaire Triplets, Chad, Klein and Thane Macmiller have everything they ever wanted. People did not know, but their father was the president of the country. And because of the country's monarchy system, the power solely fell on the Macmiller family. They were not tangibly linked to their father so they could commit whatever crimes they wanted and their father would be the last link that bailed them from trouble. The triplets had wealth, women, power and fame.

“Okay. You take care too.” She hung up and walked into the sitting room. The twins were already awake, playing with their cars on the rug. Aria saw her and ran over, hugging her leg tight. “Mummy… can Alex’s daddy be our daddy too?” Sarah’s chest locked up. She knelt down, took her daughter’s little hands. “No, sweetheart. He’s not. You can’t just choose someone and make them your daddy.” Aria frowned, confused, but didn’t push. Sarah stayed there on her knees a moment, trying to breathe past the knot in her throat.

It's weird for her. "We're going to the mall Momma. Daddy lost our bet. Right Dos? " Tres told Rhezi happily. He's the noisy one out of the three siblings. He looked at Rhezi then elbowed his brother Dos who's still busy eating cake. "Tres was right, Momma. Please, we want to go out," Roscoe added. He's like the eldest between the three of them. Roscoe was responsible and caring. But he surpassed his brothers for being naughty like Kraius.

Third person's POV Amara walks up and down. She, her brother, and her mother are in Cedar Falls. They have not heard from her father in the last few days. She knew this would not end well for her father and Don Parisi. She wished they would have listened to her, Bria, and her brother. She knows her father and Don Parisi are dead and should not have messed with Riccardo and Mia. Amara knows her father, and Don Parisi planned to go after the twins. Even in the Mafia, going after a Don's children is unacceptable. But the two stupid older men went after the Godfather's children. She is sure that her father and Don Parisi are not alive anymore to tell their story.

“The heck! Nathalie. Can’t you do one right thing.” I grunted under my breath as the girl daring enough to look straight into my eyes was blackmailing me. That’s another thing I was secretly admiring about her. No one… no one in the past decades had dared to even look at my face but she appeared to be an exception. Didn’t she feel afraid of it? “Your son is a so-called gay!” The words spurted out of her didn't sound as bad. But I was disappointed in my own son, who acted so dumb around people. Sometimes I wondered if he was even my son. The heir of the most feared mafia don.

…Trinity POV… Again. Again I have been ripped away from Colton, every time we get so close; then someone takes us away from each other. Colton just saved my life. Can my father not see that. But is it really true? Is Colton the Mafia Boss of the East? How is this even possible? “Daddy, what did Colton mean that he is Cole Venditti?”

“My bad. Go on… please” Katrina rolled her eyes and took another cinnamon roll. I wished it was my d*ck that she was eating so passionately. IAN I just wanted to lighten up the mood and they got mad… tough crowd. The doctor continued. “The father of the triplets is Ian Turner.” I got up from my seat while my brother’s eyes turned dark. Katrina squashed the roll in her hands, her glares were lethal, and I f*cking liked it. “Looks like it’s settled,” Ian said, clapping his hands.