101 Dalmatian Street Delgado Novels & Stories

Jade and I slowed as we rounded the next corner. We peered around the corner of the shipping container and spotted Balor holding a fat man in the air. A fat leprechaun of a man I wanted to watch bleed. "She's dead. As dead as the mutt, you claimed to be your grandfather. Her scream was so euphoric. The blood that painted her skin was wonderful." I ground my teeth as Leon continued to lie about me. The sound of his nasally voice brought a smirk to my lips. The sick bastard deserved that broken nose.

He followed shortly behind as he dialed Alec to inform him about our sudden meeting. Ascending the stairs and reaching the floor of my office, I walked down the corridor leading to it. Bodyguards on every corner of the way, lowered their head as I passed. I buttoned my jacket and run my hand through the expensive Italian silk. I opened the two tall wooden doors which stood between me and my office and walked into. I increased my pace and proceeded to my chair, making myself comfortable as Alec bursted in the room, sliding the folder with the printed photos on the desk. Sliding across the desk to my direction, I placed my hand on it stopping it abruptly. I glanced at it, a picture of a strang

said to transport souls out of hell. My last lead was him. I was waiting for the demon to show up while sitting at the counter with my hands surrounding my glass of unopened whiskey. Diego was standing next to me, and I was grateful for his support as he promised to assist me in my efforts to get Dimitri. I found some solace in his company during my search. After waiting for him for over an hour, we were mixed together in the pub. Valak hesitated as soon as he entered the tavern, scanning the faces of everyone inside. He sensed us. Before beginning to flee, his dark eyes glared at me. I jumped out of my chair and yelled, “Fuck!” as Diego and I eagerly followed him through the dimly lit stre

The whole time anger boiled through him at her having the guts to sneak away from his bed like he was a common nightstand. As the car pulled to a stop, Diego climbed down and made his way to the apartment that belonged to Estella. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to pull the door open with a smile. And for the smile to die off before he spoke. “Get dressed, we’re leaving,” he said. “Mr. El Diablo, w-what are you doing here? How did you find me here?” Fear was written all over her face and he could see the visible tremble of her limbs.

OF ALLIES, FLINGS & ENEMIES ~STEPHAN All my life, I've had a myriad of feelings ranging from fear to despair to grief to hopelessness, and rage. I had it rough growing up. Even though I was born into luxury, I had to fight for everything, even my life. Thaddeus "El Diabolo" Delmundo was many things. A strategist, a murderer, a warrior, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. He had no interest in being a father and he made that very clear.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

I strip and head to the shower. Delgado was fast becoming one of my favorites. Very fast, smart and efficient, always gets his job done, but he had a chronic gambling problem and soon started started stealing from me. I hadn't noticed until hundreds of thousands started missing. He's one of my most trusted men and I decided he shouldn't die. I gave him time to pay up, but the fool thought he could outsmart me and fled the country. Sometimes I wonder why these people think like dimwits. You can never outrun me. You can never hide from me. I will find you.

And yes, I was enjoying it. Sitting in the comfort of the heated leather seats, I opened a file on my lap and went through it, this time, with a Melody-free mind. I have learned a great lesson and knew better than to ignore the warnings... Carlos Delgado, 43 years old and Spanish. The head of Chicago bratva and Alderman's long-term friend in crime. (it's actually Chicago, not New York, thanks Mel) A wife, Suzy Delgado, and no kids...

He only said one thing. “You should have stayed on my side.” Delgado stepped between them, smiling like a wolf. “Detective,” he purred. “Welcome to hell.”

Still hunched down in front of her, Dante pulled a radio off his belt and said, "Marquez here, where's my ride at?" A crackling reply answered, "ETA ten minutes." Dante leered down at her, menace twisting his good looks. "I think I'll fuck you in his bed. We'll find out how much he wants for my sloppy seconds. I'd rather deal with money than shit like Delgado. Now that Miami is closed, I can use the extra cash."