Pinocchios Dads Name Novels & Stories

Vincenzo ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old. I was just thirteen years old, but I had already learned that in the world of the Chicago Outfit, innocence was a luxury few could afford. My father, Salvatore Capone, was a powerful man, a figure to be reckoned with in the criminal underworld. A man whose name sent shivers down the spines of his rivals.

she asks Tracy. "Yes," Tracy smiles. "Nick's dad is Daryl Harrison. "Wow! Really?" Denise smiles at me like it's Christmas morning and I just became her favorite present. Who knew dad's reputation was so widespread or so helpful? I just stare at her beautiful smiling face. "Can I see your portfolio?" Tracy asks.

His late grandma was the only sweet person…no, aunt Susan too. They didn't just lose a son, they lost a daughter, Aunt Susie who left not long after and joined in my dad's footsteps, adopting the Garcia name. “I know your mom was lying about your paternity. I have a plan but you'd have to play along and be really good at it.” “Tell me.” I had a humongous grin on my face. Damn, he was so smart. I thought I'd have to spoon feed him ideas since he believed her. Turns out he didn't.

"Boys don't listen your father, I gave you better training than that. Take it easy on her, even if I need grand kids asap." "Like kidnap her and cage her here in our rooms till we give you grandkids." Damian jokes sharing a wink with his father. "Damian Christopher Adams!" Mum shrieks. Everyone laughs heartily as Damian clutch his stomach laughing loudly. "Mum you have got to see your face, you look white as sheet. Dad I think you need to breath life to her." Damon jokes. "I'll just let you boys get away this time and no punishments because I miss my babies." A wicked smile breaks off her face as she resumes eating.

I really hoped he told me the reason he was paler. I thought, as I waited for him to tell me what happened. “Piero Ricci was my rival in the past. I never considered him to be a threat because I could defeat him single-handedly. However, problem arose when he got his hands on the ‘Bow of the gods’. I was his first target. Thus, he came that night that myself and your mum fought.” Dad explained. My ears were all focused on whatever he was saying, intent to hear the whole story.

And then……Something clicks inside my head. A memory of who my father is. A name that carries so much weight, power and authority. And then my other daddies……Daddy Vincenzo and Daddy Riccardo. Men who do not tolerate nonsense. Men who do not allow anyone disrespect their family. Men whose mere names are enough to make people think twice. My spine slowly straightens and my breathing steadies. The fear that was curling in my chest begins to dissolve. Replaced by something far more familiar……

“I can trade my rascally sons for Danielle !! He is so perfect !” “Stop squealing, Zoe dear. Sensitive ears here ! Although, we agree too !!” “DAD JACE !!!!” “What ?! It’s true !! He is so innocent ! He won’t even play pranks on me and your other Dads. I can already imagine dumping your devilish asses in a far away land” “Oh Lucan !” my other Dads groaned as if they were in seventh heaven. “Stop showing us dreams of perfect paradise when we are stuck with these hell sent troublemakers”

So seeing his name sitting there on my screen suddenly felt almost unreal. “What’s wrong?” Nico asked carefully after noticing my expression change. I quickly shook my head before opening the message. [My dad wants a grandchild. Come home early tonight. Let's make one]

I went through much information and stopped when I suddenly saw strange information. "Adrian Mancini may or may not be connected to the Mafia family." I wasn't sure when I burst out into laughter, but I kept laughing for a while until my humor subsided. "Mafia?" How was that possible? My dad won't even associate with people who earned their money illegally. I knew that because I had gotten involved in the business for a while before my college days and knew about his integrity, he wouldn't then have a Mafia-related person as his friend.

"They have accents." "What kind of accents?" "Eastern European. Polish, maybe?" Matteo looks at his father, as if asking why he's here in the first place. "Paulo needs someone to watch over Francesco and drive into town so he can talk to those men." His father clarifies. Paulo is a tall, muscly guy with tattoos who could intimidate anyone he wanted. Matteo was never intimidated per se, mainly because for the first sixteen years of his life, Paulo was Uncle Paulo - Vinnie's dad. He was also his father's best friend since the two of them were kids growing up in Palermo. Sometimes they would tell stories about how their fathers (Matteo and Vinnie's grandfathers) also grew up together and starte