Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

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.

“Garius, you old bastard you’re still alive.” Garius laughed with the man. He pushed away from him and slapped him hard on the shoulder. “Angus!” he was smiling in a way he never smiled at her. Papa walked into the room, he didn’t notice her because he was watching the man called Angus and Garius greet each other with a proud smile on his face. “The runaway prince,” Garius said to the man. “The only one who solely traveled the world, even your tongue sounds different now.” “I have been in many places it is only fair that I should speak like this now. Now, I haven’t seen my sister-in-law yet but where is my niece?”