Papa Geges Novels & Stories

Zoe and I had mirrored smirks as his brow furrowed, pausing mid-dice to look at us. “So…how have things been going, Papa?” I arched my brow. I fell right into step as a sous chef. I knew what he was making just by his ingredients, so I started working on the next steps. “We want all the details, Zio Alec.” Zoe wiggled her eyebrows... “I will not be discussing any details with you or anyone. You mistake me for Chesed if you believe I am the sort who kisses and tells.” Papa shook his head. “Ooh, there was kissing.” Zoe and I squealed, purposely taunting him. Despite Crista’s sour mood that I’m sure Chesed had a hand in, I’m happy they are getting past the terrible way they met last night.

Papa was standing there, a keg of rum was at his feet, spilled and he looked cross. "What is this scallywag doing here?!"

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

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.

Rourke No sooner do I get out the door, doing my damndest to pull myself out of the Daddy process, does Pops call and say Georgie is missing. It’s fucked to say that she’s not my little sister, but again, I have rules for a fucking reason. To say that Georgie isn't my sister, would be like saying Giovanni Farelli isn't my dad. No, he's not my biological father, but the man took that position when he scraped me out of a literal gutter at age ten.

“This is absolutely insane.” I walked over to Papa, who was now slowly rising from his chair, a bewildered expression on his face. He looked up at me, his eyes glistening. “Azzurra,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I messed up so bad. I’m so sorry, my girls. So sorry.” It was the most genuine apology I’d ever heard from him. After years of excuses, of broken promises, of putting us through hell, the sheer weight of this unexpected gift seemed to have finally cracked through his hardened shell.

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?)

mama says smiling as she remembers all her memories with papa, as he comes up behind her and kisses her. "That was amazing love," papa says. "How long were you standing there, listening?" "Long enough, sweetheart." "Are you ready dear?" papa says to me. "Yeah" "Alright, let me just change, then we can be on our way." Papa changes into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. We walk out to his Mercedes Rosy Brown G-wagon and get in. Once he starts driving, he starts talking. "How are you holding up, dear, with all the memories coming back?"

Papa was a meticulous man especially when it was affiliated to his family. When there was a spillage, there would be a lot of commotion as people would rush out with their children to get a taste of their natural resources but not Papa and Mama. They adhered strictly to their norms “people are causing more harm to themselves” Papa would always point out. My papa was not scared of anything, he would be bold even if a death threat was hanging on his neck. He always had the maxim saying “fear no one except God”.

papa threw his head back in a hearty laugh. “I'm glad you're home princess” I smiled and raised my glass to his, making him chuckle. *** My ears were hurting due to how many times papa mentioned Beatrice, he called a million times to remind me to make something really nice. “I've never seen papa so enthusiastic to have someone over, if I didn't know better I'd say he was hitting on the woman” I said and Mrs Olga laughed. “I think she does her work well, that would be the only reason why he's so close to her, you know how your papa gets when he works with partners who understand him very well” I nodded.