Papa Copia Novels & Stories

“You’re not in charge here, old man. Not anymore.” “I’ll pay the debt,” Papa says quickly, the desperation spilling out of him. “Somehow. But Adriana? Not her. Not while I breathe.” Matteo doesn’t flinch. “I don’t want her living in this dump,” he says, voice cold, precise. “I don’t want her near you. You’re a danger to her.” Papa spits back, “And you’re not?” I’ve never heard his voice like that before…pure, burning rage.

I paused for a moment, letting the thought settle. I remembered Harvey mentioning his past briefly, how he had wanted to be a cop. But this document explained it in detail. Matteo’s father had been a mafia CEO. Harvey, the same Harvey I had married, had refused to follow that path. He wanted nothing to do with Matteo or his world. The more I read, the clearer it became. Matteo had tried everything to influence Harvey, to pull him into his father’s world. He had tried persuasion, gifts, promises, even subtle threats. But Harvey had remained resolute. He refused. He wanted to stay a cop.

At least that is one of the nicest things she has ever said to me. I pressed my ear to the door. “ Welcome Mr Gambino, please take a seat.” Papa's tone was timid. That was the nicest thing I had ever heard papa say. He is either shouting,or shattering glasses. “ Save the greetings Robert “ papa hated it when they called him Robert. I heard them speaking Italian. Being the American Mafia, Papa had to learn multiple languages, Italian being one of them. I felt something hard tug my ear “ you stupid child” Stella, my stepmom shouted. You are going to be punished today “ ple…ase n..o” I stuttered

As we began eating, I looked at each one of them as they all enjoyed the food, and a smile graced my lips. “But this meat is really good. I don't think I have eaten this before,” Edward stated, and he chewed harder, and the whole table also agreed with him. They must have liked monkeys so much that they didn't even used to eat it, and now that they have a taste of it thanks to me. As the maids brought in more water to the table, Kira asked her which kind of meat this was. “Poocco, Loocco, and Moocco,” she replied, and everyone suddenly stopped eating their food and raised their heads.

-from papa & pao 🧑🏼👧🏼] It feels too intimate from the last message that I just have to reply: [And Papito too 🧔🏻?] It was seen right at that moment as he types for a reply. It's almost 2 now, don't tell me he's been waiting for me? [Papito's away for work again 😔 why do I always marry workaholics. Others marry bad boys, I marry badass engineer & businessman 😫] [Don't forget the word gorgeous ☝🏻

I fiddled with my hands and took a step back from him. “I … uhm… I have met your mom and sister before, at a Christmas party in Russia,” I said, suddenly feeling sick. Alexandra’s words suddenly flashed in my mind. “Our families are old friends.” “My brother Aleksey is looking for his female…” “I’m a hacker…” “You don’t have a clue do you…” Oh my goddess. Pavel’s family are mafia! They’re all in it together! My eyes darted all over the place, as it all finally made sense. His family didn’t approve of me because I wasn’t in the life. I wasn’t like them. Oh shit...

I said. “Mi hija, thank you,” he said. He sat on his mono bloc chair and turned his eyes towards kuya Ronny. “There's good news, Ron, very good news!” A small smile lingered on kuya Ronny's face as he walked to his own desk, where he rummaged through his bag for his own food. “Good news? What kind of good news, sir?” “A phone call—” Papa gathered a spoonful of cooked rice and a piece of fish into his spoon, “—from a sponsor!” He put the spoon into his mouth and chewed noisily. “Isn't this great news?”

Papa started drinking slowly, but soon, he guzzled the contents of the bottles as if he were drinking water. "She's coming back!" Matteo repeated to himself, as he returned to his position at the door. "You look like a dog, you damned mutt." Papa scolded before he hiccupped and began to speak again. “I'll get that bitch, don’t worry.” The words reassured Matteo. Even though he didn’t like Papa, whenever Mamma left for a long time, he always brought her back as if he knew where she was. He was always thankful for that, so Matteo tolerated every insult his father threw at him as he drank.

Papa informed me with a big smile and I couldn't help but smile back. “That’s beautiful news, Papa,” I said. “How did you finally come to an agreement?” “Through marriage,” the witch said with a smile, and my head moved to her. “Madea,” Papa hissed, glaring at her. It was damn satisfying to see him snap at her like that when he was always treating her like she was a golden egg that would break if you so much as lay a hand on her. “Che diavolo sta dicendo quella stronza?” I asked, facing Papa. (What the hell is that bitch saying?)

He growled as he was being pulled away. “Wait!” Dad thundered and stormed up to him. “Who is your Dad?” I furrowed my brow as I wondered why Dad was asking. Ricko gulped, but he straightened up and growled. “Diego San-Pedro. Lord of San- Pedro Mafia ring.” Dad chuckled. “Him?” Ricko raised a brow, confused. “Do you know him, I’m sure you know how powerful he is then.”