101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

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.

He stretches his hands towards my waist, but I grab them with my hands. "Touch me if you want Ejay to feed you to the street dogs, you son of a bitch!" I let go of his hands, and he dropped them, taking a step back as I observed how scared he felt all of a sudden. Ugly monkey! "What? Don't you want to touch me again, Mr. Delgado?" I mock. "Pray hard that you will remain his special slave forever. I will be praying for the day he will put you on the bid list. You don't have even the slightest idea of what I will do to you." With that, he walks past me.

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."

Dante turned back to the staff. "Well let's get back to work everyone" he said and walked away. The rest of the staff walked away and only Camilla was left with the madame. "So, what kind of work can you do?" she asked looking at Camilla with contempt. Camilla wondered what she had done to deserve such a treatment from the madame. But she tilted her shin up nevertheless. She was a DeLuca and she would never give up. She had faced problems bigger than a disgruntled madame.

After the whole door was opened, there was some vague shadow of someone, the villain of the whole story, a dog. No! Telling a dog to him would be an insult to a dog as dog is the most loyal animal but this old gag was more like cunning fox. "Welcome, miss Belle!" he said. I could hear his ugly voice and recognise if even from far afar. "Dario Damelo!" I prounounciated his name from my mouth. "Quite a smart girl," he said. I could hear his footsteps walking towards me. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "Something only you could give to me," he said and continued.

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?”

The skyline shone gold through the vast glass panels of his penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dario sipped his whiskey, unmoved by the beauty outside. His mind was elsewhere, calculating and planning the quickest way to take out Alexander. A soft knock pulled him from thought. “Sir,” one of his aides appeared at the threshold. “Ms. Delgado is here.” “Send her in,” Dario said, not turning from the window. Moments later, she stepped in, her heels sharp against the tile, hair sleek back.