Papa Copia 소설 & 이야기

Ezio beamed at my words, his attention turning towards his father. "Papa! Mama loves the flowers," he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. Each time Ezio uttered the word ‘papa,’ I couldn't help but notice the unmistakable gleam in Erdem's eyes. It had been two weeks since Ezio first called him Papa, yet the joy and pride he felt never faded.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

I stated. “No, I’m not,” Papa said, averting his eyes. “Yes, you are. Mama taught me le donne scoprono le bugie degli uomini (women spotting men's lies),” I said, crossing my arms. “Accidenti (Damn it),” Papa exclaimed. “You know, your Mama is the best at it. It’s like she’s a real-life lie detector. A close second is Nonna,” Papa chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me,” I giggled. “Marco, can’t get away with anything.”

Papa said sighing sadly. “I have listened to every song of yours. I have the whole collection of it. I have read the messages your fans post for you. Whenever I listened those songs I used to feel disappointed that I stopped you from achieving your dream. I used to think that girl as you but I never knew that was actually you. But When I see all this I feel that I made the wrong decision. But hearing the truth, I am so happy for you my little princess. ” Papa continued. His eyes were filled with tears. I can’t see my strong papa so vulnerable. I hate to see tears in his eyes.

papa says. “The story goes like this. It started the day I was made the president of the north-west region of the Italian mafia group. I came to pick you and your brother up from school that day, when your brother and I got shot. If you can remember—you were 12 years old while Antonio was 16. After we got shot I told you to go and get help, but by the time you came back I was not there anymore. The next time I woke up I did not see you again, so I guess you came back after Fedrigo had already found your brother and me. I was in a coma for two years. It’s all thanks to Fedrigo and his wife—who did not give up on me—that I can see you again, my dear. After I woke up I asked Fedrigo to help me

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Alex stopped and carefully stepped back, positioning himself just out of the camera’s view. He heard Lucian and Trout. But there was a third voice, one he didn’t recognize. “Have you separated the goods to send to our suppliers?” “Yes, father,” Lucian replied. Father? That must be Torres Romano, the man Alex had read about in the files. He was supposed to be out of the country for some months, why was he back? “Trout and some of the men will deliver to Don Enzo tonight,” Torres said. “There shouldn’t be any problems, understood?”

Generally, Papa is a cool dude, but he turns into HULK if anyone even raises his or her voice on Maa, including his children. . “Don’t worry about that, doll. You are stressing yourself without any important reason.”, He said, cupping her cheeks. . “But..” . “If it were you there at Ella’s place, then would you have expected me to sit back at home doing nothing?”, He asked, shutting Maa’s mouth. “Don’t be our son’s weakness.”, She just nodded in an understanding way and then slapped on his hand for starting his romance in front of me. I want to have the same relation with Ella. I want to grow old with her and love her in the same way, just like my father does to my mother.

Papa ate a piece of toast that had one black corner and didn’t complain, which might have been the most romantic thing he had ever done for Crista in public. Christina fussed halfway through the meal, and Papa reached for her before Crista could fully stand. He settled her against his chest, rubbing her back while continuing to drink his espresso like holding a newborn was no more difficult than holding a spoon. Gwen slept contentedly against Crista’s chest, her tiny mouth pursed in judgment. I watched him with them, and something inside me finally clicked into place. People kept saying this was Papa’s second chance. They were wrong. He had never failed the first time.