My Triplets' Daddy Is A Heartless Mafia Novels & Stories

Mina didn't even know whether to cry or be happy. Everything had turned upside down for her within a short period. If only she had known in the first place, she wouldn't have accepted to work in Cassano's company!. "It really turns out that Ruthless Mafia is the father of my kids after all". Mina muttered in a low voice to herself. Tyler, Taylor and Tessa felt really guilty. They clearly could see that their mommy did go through a lot in the past, that's why she didn't bother to tell them the truth.

He uttered, making Aurora crease her brows. “It’s about the Triplet’s father. You haven’t really told me what happened between you two.” “I haven’t?” Aurora asked, picking up her glass of water and taking a sip from it. “No. All you said was that he’s a bad person and he cannot be a father to your babies.” He replied. Aurora couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she actually bridged a contract and ran away with babies that were technically not hers. So, she came up with something more justifiable.

After all, Nicholas had never stopped protecting Josephine and the triplets from the start, even before they were involved in the romantic relationship that they are now. Josephine already knows that Nicholas is the real father of the triplets, will she let her unfounded fears deprive her and the triplets of their chance to be happy? Josephine pulled her chair up against Nicholas and rested her hand on his. "Nicholas, I'm sorry. I know my behavior was inappropriate. I was too shocked to find you involved in the mafia world and to be honest... I was scared." Nicholas looked down at Josephine's hand on top of his. He turned his head and his eyes met Josephine's teary eyes.

At that moment, I reminisced back to the moment I had with the triplets. Together, we had mapped out a perfect plan to trap their father, and it had worked out to perfection. I had made them decide among themselves who would call their dad, making it easier for us to discern where he was presently. We already at his pack when we made the call, but he wasn’t present alongside his guards, making us aware that whatever Aloha Ryder was planning was already in process. “Hi Dad” I greeted while still standing among the triplets, “you see I have taken a short vacation with my mates and in that short while I had known well about the man I am to call my father-in-law”.

My pulse quickened. Valerio. He was here. I clutched the lunch box tighter, my heart thudding against my ribs. He might be inside, maybe in a meeting with the owner the one I’d heard whispered about. The man they said was deep in the mafia. The kind of man who ruined lives. Just like the people who destroyed my father’s. The thought made my chest ache, and for a second, I hesitated. What if Valerio was like them? What if I’d been blind this whole time?

I couldn’t forget the lies, but before we were ever a couple, Luca had been the friend who’d helped me navigate my father's messes. I instinctively shifted away from his attempt to pull me close, but didn’t correct his word—it was clearly just for the situation. His puppy-dog eyes found mine, wide and pleading, the same look he used after every fight. It usually worked. This time, the first thing that flashed in my mind was another pair of eyes, the exact same shade. The bald man was getting impatient. “I don’t care about your lover’s spat. Who’s paying the old man’s debt?”

I was still in just my thin tank top and panties, but they had been pulled down slightly, exposing the top of my smooth mound. Three men stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. Triplets. Identical in every terrifying way — tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawlines, dark hair, and piercing ice-blue eyes. They wore expensive black shirts with the sleeves rolled up, revealing powerful forearms covered in tattoos. Mafia ink. Dangerous. The one in the middle stepped closer. His voice was calm, almost gentle, but carried absolute command. “I’m Luca. These are my brothers, Matteo and Nico. You saw us that night. You saw what we do. Now you belong to us.”

He shook his head to wake up. “I think we started on the wrong foot. We’re sorry for everything. We just wanted to know if you’re shit or gold. You’re gold. You punched us in the faces. Anyway, I am Omar, the one asleep is Durian and the smartass one is Raphael. We’re the Remington triplets, sons of the second daughter Trisha. You’re the daughter of the first daughter, Petra.” “I see. Apology not accepted. You’ll have to work for it to get it. I don’t trust you aren’t lying to make me trust you and then stab me in the back. You’ll have to prove yourselves to me. And I don’t expect you to do that.”

I could see joy, real joy on their faces. They smacked me for playing with their emotions, they laughed and smiled. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing she could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", i said. She nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"

It started off as just little boys harrassing us and telling us to pay them back what we owed them and then it got serious to them harassing us publicly. I soon found out from my mother that my dad had loaned some money from some Mafia gang under Aiden Frazier, don't ask me how they even got to meet and discuss about that loan because I don't know. I was more concerned about why me and my sister were getting harrassed and not my dad and his slut, sorry new wife.