101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

"Wwwhat is this Daniel?" Daniel enjoyed the reaction of his friend. He felt like looking for Josh's trouble. He placed a red fabric on the table covering it. He then added about five candlelights on the table which formed love. He placed the food on the table. "This dish is called Spaghetti bolognese with meatballs, your favorite. And these is to apologize for teasing you outside. Enjoy." He said in a fancy British accent.

Suspiciously late. Zayn exhaled slowly, scanning the loading bay once more. “He’s never late.” I nodded, tension creeping up my spine. Delgado was the type of man who ran his life like clockwork—punctual, discreet, and painfully professional. His tardiness tonight wasn’t just unusual. It was dangerous. Just as I opened my mouth to say something else, the side door creaked open with an echo that felt too loud, too deliberate. Delgado appeared, wiping his hands on a cloth. His greying hair was slicked back, and his eyes, usually alert and calculating, looked duller than I remembered. He walked with purpose, but even that felt… off.

"You're not walking into Franco Delgado's house alone. He should know you still have your men with you.” He wasn't wrong. ******** The Delgado estate was everything ours wasn't, and practically dripping with new money. There were marble statues, and fucking crystal chandeliers in every room. Alessio Delgado met us at the door, his pretty-boy face stretched in a welcoming smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Giovanni! Enzo! This is unexpected." His gaze swept over us, taking in the dried blood still on my shirt. "Though from the looks of it, maybe not entirely social?"

Then I turned to Serafina and handed the rest of the meeting to her. Standing to her feet, she headed to the cock board, picked up the small cane, and began pasting the pictures of our intended foes, drawing up red lines to connect them. When she posted my mom's own, I felt my heart take a little leap. “From the look of things, Delanxy might have caught up with what happened to Don Columbus.” Charlie nodded. “Which was totally expected.” “And she should be moving by now.” Magnus took a sip of his drink. “She's actually moving faster than we expected.”

"So now I double your interest and you have only a month to pay it off... All the best!" Marona's eyes widened at him and he just smiled while wiping his mouth and getting up. "Who the hell are you to decide that?" Rubina scowled. "Mikhail Delgado himself!" He smirked while grabbing his gun. "I don't usually meet my cheap loan takers but you are lucky that your abandoned daughter is my wife!" Charlie felt the tug in his chest when he realised that the man standing in front of him is none other than Mikhail Delgado. "Oh my god, he is getting an asthma attack."

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

And Dantley stared at the helpless body for a moment and then walked away, leaving a battered Diego behind. Young Master Marteen aka Dantley Swiftclaw the Alpha thought Diego would give up. But instead of giving up, Diego clenched his fists even more, even though he was lying on the sand on the beach he still thought that he would take Erlyn away. Unfortunately, Diego's cell phone was destroyed by Dantley on the spot and thrown into the ocean.

“She’ll pay the boy’s debt. One way or another.” We didn’t have to dig far to trace the station. There was only one in that neighborhood. The van rolled up, black as sin. Tinted windows. The Engine purring low. Franco and Ghost rode up front, the heater cranked high to keep the fog off the windows. They parked across the street, lights off. “There,” Franco pointed. “That's her?” And there she was. Katarina Delgado stood under a flickering streetlight, buried in a hoodie too big for her, shivering in Liam’s stolen sneakers. Her hair was damp with sweat. Arms crossed tight like she could hold herself together if she squeezed hard enough.

His hollow, starved stomach aggressively convulsed, but he desperately forced the vomit back down his raw throat, terrified of dirtying the bowl further and facing her lethal wrath. He licked the freezing metal. It was the ultimate, absolute destruction of Aryan Singhania. The brilliant billionaire, the ruthless Devil of Dalal Street, was now violently pinned in the freezing sludge, actively licking the filthy dried meat off a rusted dog bowl like a starved, diseased animal. Tears of pure, unadulterated despair streamed continuously from his bruised eyes, aggressively mixing with the freezing mud as he desperately dragged his bleeding tongue across the harsh metal surface.

Dalmi’s eyes widened and her heart pounded fast. It was beating aggressively like a lion was living inside it, struggling to come out of her chest that it was almost hurting her. “What took you so long?” the man was surely asking his brother, but to Dalmi, it sounded like a question meant for her although the man wasn’t looking at him. She couldn’t believe it. Of all the people she was expecting to cross paths with when they are still in the Philippines, she hasn’t predicted that she would meet Carden Thompson the earliest.