The Sons of Destiny (The Reluctant Hero Trilogy Book 3) by Summer Lee Page B
Authors: Summer Lee
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villain who lived a long time ago. But it is more than that, he realized .
“The treasure is real. You want the jewels.” He looked at his father with a smirk. “Good luck with that, Dad,” he said smugly. “You’ll never succeed.”
Dante DiBenedetto had a surprised look as he looked at his son with contempt. “Really? The fact that you, someone who has never accomplished anything, has enough gall to tell me that something I’m doing isn’t going to work, is ludicrous. That is, of course, considering that you even have a glint of what I’m doing. I know you’re not as stupid as you pretend to be, but you could never hope to fully understand the concept of what I’m trying to do.”
Daniel stood and faced his father. He knew that Dante hated anyone trying to confront him on even ground. Because Daniel knew it was why he did it.
He watched as Dante stood up and walked up to him. All the while, glaring at him with anger in his eyes. “ Son,” he said, sarcastically. “A son is supposed to want to follow in his father’s footsteps. You’re supposed to do what I did at your age. I followed my father, who followed his father before him. There is no time for complacency, Daniel. Despite what some fraudulent psychics say, we only get one shot at life. You can’t get to the end feeling accomplished, without stepping on the backs of everyone who can give you an advantage. If you don’t do it to them, they will do it to you. I hate to be cliche, but kill or be killed.”
Daniel clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “How can you talk like that?”
“You want to hit me.” Dante laughed. “Do it! Come on! I give you my word that I won’t sic my men on you and I won’t hit you back! I just wanted to finally see some backbone from the spineless jellyfish that I spawned! Do it!”
Daniel stood still, ready to jump, but did everything in his power to control his urge. He knew that his father didn’t like to lose. If the son did beat the father, then the henchmen would beat the son. Daniel was certain of that.
Instead, Daniel just grinned knowingly and sat back down. “Not yet,” was all he said. “Not this time, Father. But some day, you will cross the line.”
Dante smirked and walked back to his own seat. When he sat down, he was breathing hard—real hard. He gasped, and he grabbed his chest. Daniel could have sworn he saw beads of sweat on his father’s brow. But he did not offer to help. Dante had brought it all on himself.
He was a greedy, mean, old man. He liked the man he had become and really believed Daniel was a wimp. He would never change.
Daniel did not feel a need to impress his father. He had gone to Sunday School a few times as a child, and he believed that the stories he heard there were true. Wicked King Ahab and his heinous wife, Jezebel were portrayed as evil.
God did not hesitate to honor the good men, like Abraham, Moses and David. Everything the Bible said about Jesus had the ring of truth in it.
Daniel looked up and saw that the plane was landing in an open field. A Bedouin camp was about a mile away, over by a barren hill. They had not even left Israel. He prayed, “Forgive my father.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Magena
Magena disliked having to ride in the back of the van with no seats. Outside of the odd number of duffel bags to cushion her when sharp turns were made, there was nothing else to secure her in one place for too long.
It wasn’t long after that she met the third Son of Destiny, Simeon, when he, Levi, and Reuben rushed her back into the van.
Simeon was out of place with his two brothers. They all had neatly trimmed hair. He had long, black hair which needed a comb badly. He preferred dark green clothing and always wore sunglasses.
She didn’t really have a chance to talk to him, because as soon as he appeared, he belted out, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” He had a stack of papers that he threw at Levi and then climbed in the van.
Simeon
“The treasure is real. You want the jewels.” He looked at his father with a smirk. “Good luck with that, Dad,” he said smugly. “You’ll never succeed.”
Dante DiBenedetto had a surprised look as he looked at his son with contempt. “Really? The fact that you, someone who has never accomplished anything, has enough gall to tell me that something I’m doing isn’t going to work, is ludicrous. That is, of course, considering that you even have a glint of what I’m doing. I know you’re not as stupid as you pretend to be, but you could never hope to fully understand the concept of what I’m trying to do.”
Daniel stood and faced his father. He knew that Dante hated anyone trying to confront him on even ground. Because Daniel knew it was why he did it.
He watched as Dante stood up and walked up to him. All the while, glaring at him with anger in his eyes. “ Son,” he said, sarcastically. “A son is supposed to want to follow in his father’s footsteps. You’re supposed to do what I did at your age. I followed my father, who followed his father before him. There is no time for complacency, Daniel. Despite what some fraudulent psychics say, we only get one shot at life. You can’t get to the end feeling accomplished, without stepping on the backs of everyone who can give you an advantage. If you don’t do it to them, they will do it to you. I hate to be cliche, but kill or be killed.”
Daniel clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “How can you talk like that?”
“You want to hit me.” Dante laughed. “Do it! Come on! I give you my word that I won’t sic my men on you and I won’t hit you back! I just wanted to finally see some backbone from the spineless jellyfish that I spawned! Do it!”
Daniel stood still, ready to jump, but did everything in his power to control his urge. He knew that his father didn’t like to lose. If the son did beat the father, then the henchmen would beat the son. Daniel was certain of that.
Instead, Daniel just grinned knowingly and sat back down. “Not yet,” was all he said. “Not this time, Father. But some day, you will cross the line.”
Dante smirked and walked back to his own seat. When he sat down, he was breathing hard—real hard. He gasped, and he grabbed his chest. Daniel could have sworn he saw beads of sweat on his father’s brow. But he did not offer to help. Dante had brought it all on himself.
He was a greedy, mean, old man. He liked the man he had become and really believed Daniel was a wimp. He would never change.
Daniel did not feel a need to impress his father. He had gone to Sunday School a few times as a child, and he believed that the stories he heard there were true. Wicked King Ahab and his heinous wife, Jezebel were portrayed as evil.
God did not hesitate to honor the good men, like Abraham, Moses and David. Everything the Bible said about Jesus had the ring of truth in it.
Daniel looked up and saw that the plane was landing in an open field. A Bedouin camp was about a mile away, over by a barren hill. They had not even left Israel. He prayed, “Forgive my father.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Magena
Magena disliked having to ride in the back of the van with no seats. Outside of the odd number of duffel bags to cushion her when sharp turns were made, there was nothing else to secure her in one place for too long.
It wasn’t long after that she met the third Son of Destiny, Simeon, when he, Levi, and Reuben rushed her back into the van.
Simeon was out of place with his two brothers. They all had neatly trimmed hair. He had long, black hair which needed a comb badly. He preferred dark green clothing and always wore sunglasses.
She didn’t really have a chance to talk to him, because as soon as he appeared, he belted out, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” He had a stack of papers that he threw at Levi and then climbed in the van.
Simeon
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