101 Dalmatian Street Delgado นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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...

Delgado pinned her there, forearm tight across her chest. His breath was hot against her ear. “You never learn, corazón,” he murmured. “Always running toward danger instead of away from it.” She glared back, shoving at him with everything she had. “Let go of me.” He didn’t. He stepped closer. Up close, Delgado looked wild—blood smeared at his mouth, a cut leaking over his brow, eyes blown wide with a mix of rage and obsession. “You ruined me,” he spat. “My business, my men… everything I built.”

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.

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."

"You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that." Her stomach dropped. He stepped into the light, shadows dancing across his face. "Alonso Delgado never made it past his twentieth birthday. I did." She couldn’t breathe. "What?" He moved closer, until the poker nearly touched his chest. "I’m Esteban. Esteban Gallego." The name struck her like lightning. The Gallegos; rivals of the Delgados. Ruthless. Vicious. Responsible for the massacre in Medellin.

Bastard. “Six thousand, nine hundred and sixty-nine.” She watched as his lips pulled downward and then he looked at her with curiosity. “He really liked eating pussy, Mr. Matrone. Even this situation right now,” she waved to her short clad lower half, “wouldn’t have stopped him. He was a different individual.” Delfina took pride in the fact she made the great Furio Matrone look like he was ready to toss his cookies. Score one for Delfina. She mentally patted her shoulder. He quickly regrouped. “Well, in the safe there is some information I need. I appreciate the code. I am quite disappointed you removed the heir to the family.” He looked her over as he considered the fact, she mentioned she

Please, heal me. After betting with Darryl last night, Golden Lion Paladin was not bothered at first. He thought Darryl was only bluffing. However, soon he felt something was wrong and there was a tingling sensation all over his body; it lasted the entire night. Golden Lion Paladin was tortured terribly until he felt like he was almost dying. He realized Darryl really was Maser Franklin’s descendant, so he hurried over to Darryl’s room early in the morning to beg for mercy.

I smiled, starting to go to her when I heard her conversation with Mrs Dray of Class 2. “I heard his mother was raped. How true is that?” Mrs Dray asked and I frowned. My three year old self struggled to understand what they were talking about. But I was too inquisitive to leave as I stood, looking up at them as they were deep in conversation not realizing I was standing far off. “I don’t think so. She’s a Russian girl! You know how they are.” Mrs Shin said, rolling her eyes. “They said she worked at a club where she met that famous Mr Giovanni Delgado, CEO of Delgado Hotels and Estates. He’s a billionaire.”