101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

The way his jaw clenched and nose flared up in disdain, he pointed the side of his scarred face as though it would give him a hint of what happened to it. “Do you not remember it, Damon Montreal?” Damon sifted his brain, trying to remember a specific person he had last set on fire. Only then a familiar face resurfaced in his mind. Theodore Walsh…or known as the mad hound. He was the one he caught sabotaging his shipments bound for another country and trying to sell information to his enemies. The worst was that he raped and killed little girls around the city. He doused him in gasoline and then lit him ablaze. Although, he didn’t linger around for long to see if he was dead.

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

Then Delgado’s grip tightened a fraction on her wrist, and James could go to hell. “Fine,” I hissed. The word tasted like rust. Delgado’s eyes sharpened. “Say it.” “Four.” “Six.” “One.” “Nine.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Zero.” “Eight.” “Two.” “Five.” “Four.” “One.” “Six.” “Nine.” “Zero.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Five.” “Eight.” “Two.” “One.”

Delivery jacket, surveillance eyes. “We got a clear recording from a neighbor’s camera.” Diego shifted into full report mode. “He exited a different car with the same plate. Walked a few blocks, stopped, watched Miss Valdez’s house, typed something on his phone, then left. We traced the number. Registered under a dead man in New Jersey.” Good. This was starting to sound familiar. Same pattern I’d seen on the man I gutted in Istanbul, the Castagnetti stray in Marseille, and a couple idiots who thought they were smarter than me.

The blood he stepped in forming foot prints on the road as he moved. He wasn't anything special. A man with scars that disfigured most of his face, leaving him with only one eye, a permanent chip to his top lip that showed a bit of the silver that covered his teeth. He was a tall, well built man with a rebellious history of crime in every country he'd been to. That's why Agustine Verlice chose him. Because there's no one else who'd face off with his demon of a son and win except him. Don Diablo.

“We have to do that quietly. The louder you go in, the smaller your chance of coming out with anything you want to keep.” Elky nodded. “I have a man in Palermo,” he said. “He thinks he has a decent tenor. In reality, he sells information in a low key only dogs can hear.” “We don’t use him,” my father said flatly. “This kind of guys come housebroken to three masters and bite the one with the softest hands. I prefer dogs that are useless but loyal. We make our own trail.” “Uh-huh. I tend to agree,” Elky said, without the slightest itch to argue.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

Jamal Khan had been able to get a job as a lowly assistant gardener on the sprawling Delano estate after a long wait. He had been groomed by Gabriela’s men. The fact that he was also a druggie, heavily dependent upon ‘the juice’, as he called the drugs he took, having picked up the term from his stint with ex-cons, only aided the Perez mob.

I was trying to recall if she had done that but I don't seem to recall her saying some thing hurtful to me. "You didn't. It's okay." There was one thing about Delilah Guzman, she does have beautiful eyes just like her mother and there seems to be a slight similarity in those gorgeous eyes with that of Camila. "You know, I should thank you for the encouragement, it was really helpful."

I sat down on the chair, leaning back and facing the ceiling. “Till that happens, I plan on killing Diego first,” Delgado said. I sat up, looking at him. “What do you mean?” He laid down in the bed, smiling. “Relax, my plan will work out this time.” “What did you plan? When do you want to put it into action?” “The plan is already in progress.” I stood from the chair and went to sit down on the bed, close to him. “Why didn't you tell me first? And why today?”