Papa Copia Novels & Stories

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

I'll let you know tomorrow," replied Papa. After a while, a Pakistani guy from Universal Pictures came. Post-dated cheque for 150K USD given to dad. Papa returned the check for 50k to him. He took the paper sign and went back. "What shall we do now? Everything is good.. "Anna made the topic open. "Come... let's take some rest..." mummy took dad's hand and pulled him into the inner room. "My arm hurts. Don't call me like that," papa reprimanded mummy lovingly. I was paying attention.. mummy was excited since seeing Abraham. The person who was negative yesterday has changed completely today. Not remembering that we were standing in the living room, Mummy entered the room and took off her dres

I asked, "Is that a command?" Mamma's entire body went rigid. She pulled her hands away from me slowly, reacting as if she had been scalded. She stared at my blank expression as if she had been struck by a heavy blow, her face turning pale as she slumped into the chair. Papa walked over, his back looking far more hunched than before. He was someone who had struck fear throughout the entire Mafia scene in Novarra, yet he now looked like nothing more than a common, tired, and heartbroken man.

This time I didn't hesitate, I let him feed me because I wanted to hear the rest of this story. I never knew anything about my father's childhood, he always kept it hidden and I've never felt the need to ask. I didn't really care about his childhood because my father was rarely home so when he was I just wanted to create my own memories. "As there is to every group, squad, clique- there is a leader. And we had a leader, his name was Billy. Nothing threatening about the name but he was the oldest in the group and just like the rest of us he was a troubled little boy. He was the cruellest and he didn't care about anyone but himself and the members of the gang. He liked your father and I, he to

Papa Lucas said curtly when the house maid approached to ask for his preferred breakfast menu. "I’ll have bitter coffee as well," Papa Arturo chimed in, cutting off the maid before she could even take notes. Papa Lucas instantly snapped his head around, his brow furrowing faintly. "Why must you always copy my tastes, Arturo?" "Who on earth is copying you? I haven’t consumed sugar for a long time to maintain my health. For goodness' sake!" Papa Arturo fired back, refusing to back down as he glared fiercely at his rival.

He whispered, to me sweetly then raised my face to look at him, before leaning in to kiss me, we both ignored the fact that papa was there, and shared our every feeling in that kiss, he pulled me in, and deepened the kiss, not giving me any opportunity to breath. "Hmm mmm." papi coughed, to stop us from going too far, then gave us the "you guys are so unbelievable look." Making both Pablo and I laugh. "Papi, has Turah dad called you?" I asked as i parked my stuff. "Who's Turah?" He asked me. Then faced Pablo, and whispered. "Chi cazzo è in realtà?" (Who the fuck is that actually?)

I peeked through the windows to see what was happening. Papa's footsteps echoed down the street as he marched over to the hipster's front door. The hipster was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette. He didn't seem to notice Papa's approach until it was too late. Without a word, Papa grabbed the hipster by the collar and dragged him out onto the sidewalk. The hipster, realizing his mistake, tried to plead his case, but Papa's rage couldn't be calmed. "You touch my wife, you piece of shit?" Papa yelled, spittle flying out of his mouth. The hipster tried to defend himself, but he was no match for Papa's strength. He took a few punches to the face before falling to the ground, blood spilling

But also scary as hell! "So what can I get for you two?" Papa asks. "Four Jibarito meals for me Tio. Babe you can get whatever you want." I grin, "Whatever I want?" He smirks looking down at me with intensely lustful hooded eyes. "Por supuesto Mami. Lo que quieras." I gasp, my eyes widen and I soak my undies! His deep voice is so smooth as it pours over me like liquid velvet. His accent when he speaks Spanish is sooo hot! But I have no idea what he just said. "What, Papi?" I utter dazed.

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

Kathrine said as tears of anger started to fill her eyes. “Kathrine, please can we do this another time?” Andrew asked his voice calm and steady. “No! I need to know. Now!” Kathrine stared at Andrew waiting for him to answer. “I think you already know the answer to the important question.” Andrew said keeping his pose. “You’re part of a Mafia? What the fuck Andrew?” Kathrine yelled. Her breaths were loud and heavy. “Kathrine…” Andrew said as he stepped closer to her. “Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away!” Kathrine said while stepping back away from Andrew.