No Cake,no Dad,no Mercy Novels & Stories

he growled low, his chest expanding. Nicole's defensive expression softened completely at his tone. "Dad..." "Mercer came here," his voice remained level and controlled. The rigid control somehow made every single word hit my chest much harder. "Then Emery gets a terrified phone call," Cain added, his eyes darkening into deep pools. Nicole stared straight at him. "I know." "No," Cain snapped, shaking his head once. "You don't."

He hurls it across the room; it thuds against the floor at my feet, lid popping open. “Pack your things and leave,” he says, voice flat now, which is worse than yelling. “Tonight.” My heart stutters. “I’m cutting you off—every tie, every cent. A girl who spreads her legs for men while I’m dying on the hospital bed can’t be my daughter. Diana would never do that to me.” I laugh once, sharp and disbelieving. Mom tries to hug me, sobbing apologies, but Dad blocks her. “Let her go.”

Several even offered me the position of CEO. With the extensive connections and resources I had accumulated over the years, any company hiring me would certainly benefit greatly. I carefully screened through my options before finally deciding on a top company in the industry, and with that, I began my new life. On my very first day at work, Yelena called me. "Carter Chance, why the hell didn't you inform me the moment my mom died? I'm her biological daughter! What gave you the right to handle her funeral affairs without my knowledge or permission?

"And you still want the man? What would you do with a single father?" Mona scoffs. "Isn't that what we've got advanced poison for? Just give the baby a drop and she will drop dead. The father will remain mine. But first I'll start with that bitch who slapped me, I'll be content with killing her too, and then take the man. Then, sending the baby to heaven will be the straw on the camel's back"

His voice dripped with mockery, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. I clenched my fists, the urge to punch him flashing through me. The way he spoke—so apathetic, so merciless—made my skin crawl. But I held back. What right did I have to judge him when I was no different? Then, Diamond turned to me, his expression darkening. "Don’t stop now, Dad. Keep going." His words came like a command, sharp and unwavering, as if I were nothing more than his puppet. The demand made something ugly twist inside me—anger, revulsion, maybe even shame. I could swear this wasn’t my son speaking to me right now, but a completely different person—one without a heart in his chest.

His heavy scent mixed with alcohol and sex filled up my nostrils causing me to hold my breath in order not to puke. "Hopefully I didn't ruin it for you" He said. My eyes darted up to his face when he leaned down and dipped his finger in the cake, flaring my anger furthermore.I clench my fist as he licks the chocolate off his fingers. Had I known he would eat this cake, I would have mixed wolfsbane in it. "Oops forgot the birthday girl" He stares at the leftover chocolate on his finger then at me.I notice Dad shifting away from the countertop when he reached out his filthy fingers in front of my face.I abruptly stood up, causing the chair to slide back harshly.

Fuck the consequences. “None of us are Tucker,” Dad spoke first, holding a hand up and taking a half step closer. To anyone who doesn’t know what he can do, it may appear he’s trying to suggest everyone remain calm. But I know better. He’s calling out to the bits of rocks that are used to make the cement we are standing on.“But we will need you to put the knife down and let them go before you get hurt.”

“Baby, did you say you know what to do with it?” “Yes, my dad showed me.” Just then, she hears her dad calling. “We must go; dad is going to start the barbeque now.” She walks on ahead while we drag our asses behind. A big ass dad and rock-solid cousin, a stable stacked with secrets, and a stupid ass man wanting to take their girl away, what can get worse than this. “Please remind me why the fuck we are here,” Devan asks. “Have you never seen that hill billy movie where everyone gets killed and chopped up into pieces?”

Their absence explained why Noah hadn’t found any signs of their presence in Dean’s life. Curious, he opened the message history tied to these contacts. What he saw was a series of one-sided messages from Dean: “Mom, Dad, I’ve found him. He’s a gang member.” “Mom, Dad, I saw the man who killed you today. He’s been sentenced. Justice is served.” “Mom, Dad, I hate the mafia.” The final message was a powerful declaration of Dean’s hatred for organized crime. It resonated deeply with Noah, who had his own disdain for such criminal groups. He found a measure of comfort in this shared animosity, feeling aligned with Dean in this one important way.

He grabbed a knife from the desk and lunged at them with a scream. "You always said you loved me! It's all lies!" His face twisted with hatred. "You helped me frame him once before! Why can't you do it again?" The next second, screams, shouts, and the crash of furniture erupted into a deafening cacophony. Blood covered the floor. Back at home, my adoptive father and I were making dinner when a sudden pain slammed into my chest so hard it nearly stole my breath. A text message appeared on my phone. [Julian, we're sorry. Please forgive us. If there's a next life, let us love you the right way.]