Abby Jimenez Character Connections Novels & Stories

Doctor Sammy didn't know the exact nature of the girl's relationship with the Bimantara family, but she feared something bad might come of it later. A gentle smile appeared on Bia's lips. "It's okay, Doctor. Mr. Bimantara already knows about me and Abi. I can be with Abi now because he allowed me to." "Wait a second." Since they rarely met, and the last news the woman had received was that Bia had moved out of town—not anything about the girl's involvement with the Bimantara family—Doctor Sammy was utterly confused. What had happened out there? And what did the girl mean by saying she could be with Abian because of Bimantara? "Mr. Bimantara? What connection do you have with them? Did they hu

My own hand was buried in the pocket of my coat, my fingers white-knuckled around the remote detonator Dante had given me. "Keep your eyes on Mateo," Dante whispered, his voice barely audible over the low hum of the wind whistling through the stained-glass windows. "Javier is a dog he’ll bark and bite, but Mateo is the one holding the leash. If he moves for his pocket, you drop to the floor." "I know the drill, Dante," I replied, my voice sounding hollow in the vast space. At the far end of the nave, standing before the high altar, were the Jimenez brothers. They looked like bright, poisonous insects against the gray stone. Behind them, a large black crate sat on a velvet-covered table the "

"Adam's actual name is Emmett Linares. He's the younger brother of Jared Linares. Also, I need every piece of information you can gather on Ariana Benton." "Yes, boss." "You have five days, Thierry." I instructed. "Got it, boss.” “Your days are numbered, Emmett Linares/Adam Lemarcus.” I thought.

The man looked nothing like the Internet probed him to be, “Still no news from Jose?” “Yes boss, I'm guessing the fucker got scared and decided to run off,” one of the men says, causing everyone to laugh, yet Dominic merely smirked. “Search for him, I need him dead or alive,” “Yes, boss,” It was obvious this ongoing plan with the Campbells must really be an important one as the gangsta had put in his all to make this big one a success. And as Abi lay on her bed tonight, her mind wandered back to everything that occurred today, for the first time in a long while she felt terrified of whatever was coming,

Anything that affects her affects me too. After an hour or so, my assistant called back. “There’s no lead yet on who sent the man to deliver the text to Ava,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “But I did notice a couple of things after doing a quick check on everyone around her.” I sat up straighter. “Go on.” He hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Her father, Mr. Rodriguez, seems to be in a shady alliance with the Jamesons.” My jaw tightened. “The Jamesons? They’re the rivals of our company. Why would he associate with them?”

He said, taking my slender fingers in his big sweaty palm. I followed him through the narrow stairwell, my bare feet whispering against the cold wooden steps. His house looked too polished for a hidden basement and if I hadn't known him personally, I'd think he was a psychopath with a split personality. I was jolted back from my thoughts when he flicked the lights on as the well arranged corkboard came to sight. In the middle was Jimmie's picture which was connected with a red line to the list of suspects, including me, himself, Alexander and my parents.

He turns his head, a confused look crossing his face, then pulls Sienna next to him to hide my presence even further. “Go to Nico. I’ll be joining you in my study soon. Fresh whores will be on their way.” He says, and Abraham grumbles about having to wait before he leaves. What was Abraham Solanzo doing here?! Dante turns to face me, and I could feel the anger radiating from him. “How the fuck do you know my Underboss?” He asks, but my body trembles at his words. His underboss?? Uncle Abraham was connected to Dante?!

I say, hearing the man on the other end of the line chuckle excitedly. "Don't tell me you miss me." he teases, causing me to pull my lips together in a tight smile. No, I was not. Leaving prison was like being reborn and given a second chance and I definitely, without a doubt, miss that place. However, I made contacts in jail that are needed here, like the Captain, for example. Juan Fernandez is a Peruvian, naturalized Brazilian and with a great sense of humor for someone who had a difficult childhood and the misfortune of having been adopted by abusers, nowadays he is a well-known drug dealer in the criminal underworld, but extremely respected and that's why that I need your help.

“Felipe, what did you say? What did you do to my wife?” “I won’t do anything to Eveline. She’s the one who ran into another man’s arms and this person—” “And this person is me?” A man’s clear voice came from the door of the ward. Jeremy looked over while furrowing his brows. Fabian had his hands in his pockets, looking like an arrogant and hedonistic yuppie. “Let me introduce myself. I’m the second-in-command of Stygian Johnson Gang. As for who we are, well…” He looked at Felipe. “Whatever he’s doing, that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

“I’m not sure, but didn’t you notice anything strange about Becky and Victoria when you told the story about your friend Jimmy?” “Jimmy’s not my friend, just someone I’m helping out.” Jimmy is a thieving piece of shit, but from everything I’d learned, he hadn’t been a bad husband and father. Just poor, directionless, and lacking prospects as a high school dropout in one of the most career-oriented cities in the world.