Romans & histoires The Senators Son

He was smiling , and chill. what? His father was all chill!?! His father- Senator Chris was never chill, never. ‘Who the hell is this mother f***er?!’ he had remembered asking in his heart. “Dad?” he managed to say, threading with caution. “leave us” senator Chris ordered the security guys as they moved out of the room swiftly, leaving only Ronald and his father, and this was creeping the hell out of him. The senator kept looking out the window and smiling, seeming to find peace in the fresh air and the view he was beholding.

my voice was roughened as I regarded him from where I stood at the foot of the steps. “I don’t have anything to say to you, Don Serrano,” he replied and I grabbed his arm, pulling him away to the side of the house, anger coursing through my veins. He was nearly useless to me now, and it was only that he was Alicia’s father that I treated him so kindly. “Explain to me what he fuck you mean by your resignation,” i all but spat at him. “What more do you want, Don Serrano? I’m tired! I’ve lost everything and it’s all thanks to you mafia!” The Senator yelled at me. “My… my daughter’s dead.”

I said with clenched teeth. The brunette behind him whimpered, stomping her feet on the ground while clamming a hand over her mouth. It wouldn't take me anything to pull the trigger, I innately knew that. As if reading my mind, he said, "What happens when you pull the trigger, and leave this room? You know my father, he will hunt you down." His brows furrowed as he explained. The words danced in my head. He was right. Devon was the son of one of the famous senators in all of Los Angeles, and that could very well happen. And I had met his father - only just once - and I knew what his father was made of.

"Are you secure, Mancini?" "What do you think, Brandon." "Yeah, stupid question! The senator is my wife's father." We had to fill him in on the particulars, which lead to even more questions, and by the time we were through another hour had gone by. I was getting antsy to see my son, but no way was I going to say that shit out loud, especially not in front of Lyon. His ass!

I hadn’t called because I don’t believe in using personal favors to get a job. Sean was at my dad’s funeral. I remember him standing in his crisp suit, comforting my mom. After I joined the LIL, he left and become a politililn. He’s a senator now. I search for him in the LIL database. Status: Retired. File redacted. Just like my father’s. No surprise there. Would he talk to me? I don’t even know how I’d get through to him, but maybe he was good enough friends with my dad, he’ll give me a few minutes of his time.

His patient was wearing thin. "You're right. You're a full broad adult male who is old enough to make his own judgments. However, I hope this is the right one. I hope you won't regret it. After all, it is the Senator's beloved daughter who broke her heart. You should have thought wisely before marrying that young lady. The Senator played a huge role in bringing back the company to life when it almost crumbled. He'd been my friend even before you were born. You should have considered his feelings." Webster said in a low tone.

I guess he has so many girls at his beck and call that he thinks everything revolves around his looks. "So, my name is Kieran Jackson, and my dad is the former senator and businessman, Caleb Jackson". "Wait, you are Caleb Jackson's son, as in one of the richest businessmen in America!" "Jeez, if I knew telling you about my father would bring that reaction, I wouldn't have". "Come on, you are not pulling my legs." "Of course not."

GERALD HAGNAROK - Son of The Prime Minister, Multi-billionaire, Head of the Senate section of the East Coast Region. "That is impossible! A stranger beside The Imperial Grace? That is unacceptable! "M-my love, it must've been a mistake, I-I am sure... She could be his maid or his therapist... Okay? can you just relax a little bit?" She shot her son a look, trying to get him to stop talking as she tried to talk to her husband. With a furrowed brow and spiked breaths, he shuffled the cutleries beside him. "Get me Olivia now! Gaius Ordered.

"He brought the Russians into my city, he wanted to kidnap my... Queen." "I'll fix it," the Senator promised, speaking fast and frantic. "I'll fix everything, I'll make the Volkovs disappear, I'll even get the federal investigation off your father’s back. I'll give you the ports, the contracts, everything." He looked up at Nico, begging for his son's life. "Just let him live, please, don't make me bury my boy." Nico stared at the Senator, then he looked at Julian, who was whimpering in pain behind his father.

I thought he looked fucking familiar, “Ivanov, as in the Senator?” “He huffs. “The very one,” he says and empties his glass before turning to look at me. “My father doesn’t exactly approve of my lifestyle, so I try to keep a bit of a low profile if you know what I mean.” I nod. “The senator has a gay son. I can’t even imagine what the tabloids would say about that,” I say, but then Emery turns towards me and smiles.