The Family Man Book Novels & Stories

If I didn’t go to them, they would come to me, and I didn’t need that. As I entered the library, they all stood watching me. Each set of their eyes was cold and calculating as they analysed my every move, but who could blame them? I knew I deserved whatever punishment they chose to hand out, but I knew I’d do the same thing again if given the chance. Family was everything, is everything. It’s a man’s greatest strength but also his greatest weakness. Something these gentlemen had been fortunate to never find out for themselves, and I pray they would never have to.

I avert my gaze back to the man before us. Blood is spat from his mouth. Someone pushes his body from behind, causing him to stumble forward, then the person steps on his back. “Please. . .” The man grunts. “Say a word to save me.” His words are delayed. Barely audible and full of pain. I almost feel sorry for him but am I allowed to show it? No. “I have. . .” I can see the feet glued to his back wrestle on it, making it harder for him to speak. The man coughs again, his wounds are unsightly. “A family.” He manages to mutter. “A pregnant wife. . . And a little girl.” His voice is strained. “Like yours. Spare me for them.” Oh no. My brows furrows.

•A MAN OF FIRE• Steering the wheel, he chose to drive straight to his house. His family is his first priority. Knowing Klyde McMarrow, that criminal will do everything just to get back at him, he will show himself one of these days or hours but his family, his family would need him more than the revenge and the desire to end the life of the criminal who made his and his family's life too hard and heavy to bare. "Oh God." Detective Won exclaimed, seeing the house caught on huge fire and high black smoke.

The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around the world over the last few years. Of course, normally, I wouldn’t be sent over to keep an eye on things. We had managers for that. But something was going on in London, and it made The Family nervous. So there I was and there I would stay. At least until the thief was caught and punished. If they were lucky, we would hand them over to the authorities. The Family was a law-abiding consortium after all, but I doubted it. Things would be better handled in house. Quickly and quietly like they always were. It would be better for the guilty party to hand themselves into the police. Much, much bet

The chaos in the banquet hall reached its peak. My father was taken away by the police, my mother was sent to a rehabilitation center to treat her physical condition, and my brother was urgently rushed to the hospital for a brain examination. The once glorious Langford family collapsed in a matter of minutes. Meanwhile, Carrie was firmly restrained by the bodyguards who remained behind. I floated in the air, observing coldly. I saw my father aged decades overnight in the interrogation room. He gave up all defenses and made only one request: to investigate Carrie thoroughly.

And forget that my family was the only I can hold on to. "Don't worry Hanna will understand you And the rest of your family And I want to tell you Is that your father's family was so amazing. And the one thing only like to tell you that there is the particular book that we need to for evidence to that family and that was still white book all of the illegal transaction of them Was been written all to that book So if you want to help me contact me here is my number and Henry be careful that family is ruthless and they won't give a Damn If Someone's died because the most important to them is money."

Aiden asked, his voice calm but deadly. The man glared at Aiden, spitting out a bit of blood. "I told you... nothing you do will make me talk," he rasped, though his words lacked the conviction they once had. Aiden smirked, nodding slightly. "I figured you’d say that." He stood up and motioned to one of his men. "Bring me the pictures." One of the boys handed Aiden a small folder. Aiden opened it, revealing photos of the man’s family—his wife and two young children. The man’s eyes widened in horror as Aiden held the pictures up for him to see.

Kent stopped and looked back. “Try anything stupid and everything you thought you had will disappear like a speck of dust,” the man gestured, snapping his fingers. Kent quickly rushed outside and came back in a matter of seconds with the manuscript in his hand sweating and breathing heavily. “You see? Did I have to threaten you,” the man patted Kent’s shoulder. “Don’t hurt my family. I’m just an editor,” Kent begged. “I don’t have control over the stories brought to me.” The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala."

To him, family is not about blood but the people who do everything to keep the family intact, not tearing it apart. I nod in understanding. " How is your wife?" The old man asks, his tone suddenly turning gentle. He has a soft spot for Megan which is something that is rare. I think Megan has all the Massimo men tied around her little finger. " She is fine. " I reply without a hint of emotion in my voice.

One evening, we attended a book signing in Manhattan. Hundreds of people lined up. Some had driven hours to be there. Jaxon signed books. Shook hands. Listened to stories. So many stories. "My father was an alcoholic. I'm three years sober and raising my daughter differently." "I grew up in foster care. Your book showed me I can still be a good parent." "My husband and I almost got divorced because we kept repeating our parents' mistakes. Your book saved our marriage." Then a man approached. Late thirties. Nervous.