101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

Neal had given a difficult job to Delitto and with that, he released the old scientist. Delitto held a bag with his left hand that was covered with sore. His whole body had to be bandaged before he had the courage to walk around. He stood in front of the road side, looking for a taxi to begin his mission and save his daughter. " Are you going somewhere". A group of voice spoke in unison and they belonged to youths. He looked inside the car and shivered .

I looked at her through the rear mirror before looking out the window as her words, defenseless expression, and pain played in my head. The way her heart raced, and the way she held my hand as if her life depended on it, doing us one last favor of letting us know who was the one betraying us before she took her last breath. I knew that everything about today would be drilled in my head forever, and that was something that I was not going to let slide. Whatever his reason is, I would make Leonardo pay for what he’s done to us. “There’s a person following us, Dante” Alessandro said, making me frown in confusion. I looked at the rear mirror and frowned at the sight of the woman who flashed on u

"Which means you also know this is gonna get even uglier before we're through, unless we act fast and come at this lunatic hard." One of the guys - a wiry, rail-thin specimen with inked teardrops trailing from both eyes - uttered a wheezy chuckle. "You aimin' to finally put Old Spike down for good then, J? 'Bout damn time, if you ask me." A rumble of murmured agreement rippled through the rest of the assembled group. It was clear Delgado's reputation as a dangerous, unhinged wild card preceded him even among these hardened criminal sorts.

and I gagged. "And don't expect to hear it ever again. Now, what's bothering you? Is there a bitch we need to drag, or what? If it's Dash, I beg you to please let me have him. I have so much planned for him, so much planned for his broke ass. I will drag him by his two front teeth and feed him his own ba-"

His voice was smooth but sharp enough to cut. Emerald stared, unamused. “Do I know you?” His smirk curved. “You used to. I don’t know if your brain still has the capacity.” His tone made her want to slap him, but the danger rolling off him kept her still. She rubbed her face. “Who are you, and why am I here?” “I’m Rafael Delgado,” he said casually, like it was common knowledge. “Spanish mafia king. My men found you collapsed and brought you to me. They love offering surprises. Idiots think I enjoy gifts.”

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer

After all, the Devil was obsessed with traditional methods too… Two bulky men were standing beside Darlos waiting for his boss's command,Darlo was screaming to leave him. "Rub that chilli", hearing his boss's command, both of them started rubbing it on Darlos body aggressively. Damien sitting on a chair glare with smirk plastered on his face watching at the shouting mad man tied up in front of him. "Now spread that charcoal all over this fucker's body" Damien stood up from his chair looking at his prey who was now begging him to have mercy on him. Did he care ? No ,no one have right to talk about his family but he was threatening the Boss…the king of this whole fucking mafia world.

Delano’s head dropped forward, his breath ragged. "Who has the shipment?" I repeated. Delano groaned, gritting his teeth together. “Castilo.” It was a lie. I tilted my head. "Lying to me won't end well for you." He spat blood onto the floor, laughing weakly. "Doesn't matter. You’re just their lapdog. They don’t need you. They’ll use you up and toss you out." Something in me snapped. Without thinking, I grabbed the pliers from the table.

A low hum of jazz played from hidden speakers. The place wasn’t open to the public, every soul inside belonged to a syndicate, a cartel, or a shadow business. At the VIP area, three men were seated awaiting their arrival. The Spanish Cartel. Represented by César Delgado, a man with cold, calculating eyes and a smile that never reached them. “Don Valerio,” César greeted, rising to shake Dante’s hand. “We heard you had… business to settle before coming.” Dante sat without returning the smile. “When rules are disrespected, I handle it immediately.”

Dylan got to the mansion and immediately alighted the Urus. He walked gently into into building, exuding the aura of a domineering personality. He walked steadily, his rage brewing as he headed for his destination, Hades. Hades was the torture room where the 7 Daggers cartel dished out gruesome punishments to defaulters. Any member of a rival mafia or anybody at all who disrespected or posed a threat to the Pope or the Daggers were captured and brought to Hades.