Papa Geges Novels & Stories

"Papa!" I really hadn't expected him to push aside his busy schedule and fly in from Sicily just to watch this World Cup match with me. To the outside world, he was the head of one of Sicily's oldest families and the most respected Don in the entire underworld. But no one knew he was a father who had doted on his daughter ever since losing his wife early. To protect my position as future heir, only the core members of the family knew I was the Principessa. Papa wiped away my tears and sat down beside me.

Vesa frowned, "That's impossible, Uncle. If he had the heart, he couldn't possibly hide the child, right? Isn't Gea's actions similar to my father's? Father also hid me to protect me." Stefan shook his head firmly, "Your father is a normal person, while Gea is not normal. Have you forgotten that he is a criminal? Where are there normal criminals?" It still seemed hard to make sense of but Derrick White who was in the car chose not to comment. Vesa didn't want to lose, "I still often see that if you want to be an asshole, no matter how bad someone is, people can't have the heart for their own child, Uncle Stefan. Moreover, Gea is a mother. How could she leave her child alone in Jakarta even t

“Let’s go face the peanut gallery.” He grinned. “Lead the way, Phoenix.” We walked back toward the circle of chairs where Mama, Mama Red, and my brothers—Matteo and Salvatore—were camped out like royalty surveying their kingdom. My papa stood nearby, arms crossed, watching us with that unreadable expression he’d perfected over decades of fatherhood. Wolf didn’t flinch. Just nodded respectfully. “Sir.” Papa looked him up and down, then gave a slow nod. “You treat her right, you’ll have no trouble from me.”

"I'll send you a cute picture of your late husband soon." "My late what... Cicero!" "Ci," Papa calls, but his son flashes us a cocky grin and walks away. Papa shakes his head, pushing his breakfast down his throat while staring pitifully at me. The thing is, Papa doesn't have to say a word to me. We both know that he's as bad as his son.

I felt something cold move through me, fast and sharp, the kind of feeling that doesn’t have a clean name because it’s somewhere between grief and rage and they’re moving too fast to separate from each other. “She was so arrogant about it,” Papa said, his voice dropping lower, angrier now, less controlled than I had heard him in years, “that all I wanted to do was kill her right there. I genuinely had to talk myself out of it, which is not something I am used to doing.” He paused. “But I still needed her alive,” he said. “So I chopped off her legs instead.” He said it the way other people announce they skipped breakfast. Flat. Final.

Old papa yo explained. “Never mind it,” Lukas cut him shot. “The boss sends for you, we have to leave now, we have been waiting for a while now, no need to waste more time,” Lukas informed the old man. Old Papa Yo was surprised, the boss in all his fifteen years of working on his farm had never glanced a second time in his direction, hell the arrogant boss wouldn’t even know his name. “Is all alright?” Old Papa yo asked. “You will know when we get there.” “Come on now.” Lukas's accomplice directed old Papa towards the car they had come in.

VALERIE’S POV I just sat there speechless as my mind tried to picture the scene. The scene of Hudson actually confronting my Papa, threatening him… but no matter how hard I tried, it just seemed so…weird. Was Papa exaggerating? “You know, aside from his…past with you, he actually is a good lad.” Papa continued, even smiling a bit as he spoke. Which made things all the more weird. “He is reliable, stable, a bit hot headed though and also very annoyingly confident!”

I hesitated, then admitted quietly, “I already pulled every cent of my investment from Caelen’s casino. But it looks like I still lost a bit.” He shook his head. “You didn’t lose anything,” he said firmly. “If a little money is all it took to show us the kind of man he really is, then I consider it well spent. I can make more money, Kiva. But I only have one daughter.” “Papa…” I didn’t know what else to say. My throat tightened. Papa’s expression shifted. “Actually, Kiva,” he said slowly, “there’s someone I’d like you to meet today.”

“Papa…you’re not thinking straight. Werewolves don’t exist.” “They do! And they’re going to come after you. You need to hide, cupcake!” Papa coughs. I rub his back to calm him down. “There’s no such thing like that, Papa. Let’s get you to sleep.” He shakes his head frantically. “Listen to me! They exist. And they are not just werewolves, they’re predators, Rhea. Dangerous ones. They rule all of us in silence. I’ve tried my best to hide you from them as much as I can.”

Papa Emma said “Na God we dey look up to” he replied “You suppose kill goat as usual na” Papa Emma laughed but Mr. Ogene didn’t even smile “By God’s Grace” he replied “Na next tomorrow ooo... I sure say drinks done set abi” he laughed but Mr. Ogene found the laughter quite annoying and has always considered Papa Emma a log throat person who has made himself a vulnerable target with such attitude. Mr. Ogene is known in the street as the man who kills goats and shares to the neighbors with enough drinks