Abel Ramirez Novels & Stories

I plotted, I got older and smarter. And then I went for Ramirez when the time was right. I was older and I had men with me this time to infiltrate his house. I looked him dead in the eyes and said one last thing to him before I pulled the trigger. "My name is Alvaro Castillo. The son of the man you ordered a hit on." The look of realization dawning on Ramierez's face didn't last long because I pulled the trigger sinking a bullet right between his eyes.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

Diego: “What do you mean the man paralyzed you?” Ezra asked, tending to the wound that I had on my right arm. It was one that Cosimo inflicted when he had me paralyzed, a small reminder, according to him, of what he could do when he wanted; and I couldn’t even fight against it.

"I want to introduce you to my family. These are my sons, Carlo, Morris, Shane, and Carlson, and my only daughter, Anabelle. " "Gian Ramirez. " I introduced myself and offered my hands for a handshake. These men don't look like Mr. Garcia at all, but I guess they are the same age as me. They stood up and shook my hand. Annabelle smiled and shook my hand. "She's beautiful. I can't deny it, but women don't appeal to me anymore. Only Lyza. We all occupied our seats, and the staff served food "I heard so much about you, Mr. Ramirez, even here the news of your achievement reached here. It's a huge recognition to the top at Stand Ford University, and you quickly joined the Fernandez corporation, m

his tone turned lower, more lethal, "how did you see her?" Ramiro understood the subtext of the question perfectly. Alejandro Moretti was not a man who trusted blindly, not even in his own wife. He was a naturally distrustful man—in his world, he knew that betrayal could come from anywhere, even those closest to him. The admiration Ramiro felt for Isabela did not interfere with his loyalty to his boss. So he replied: — "She did incredibly well, boss." — "Imposing, confident, without hesitation. She knew exactly what to do and how to handle the Mexicans. She wasn’t impressed by them—if anything, it was the other way around, she left them impressed."

Daniel Garcia and Jack Ramirez united as one, where Daniel, the Billionaire-businessman inherited his fortune. E N D XXX

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

That I can't envisage; Felix Montego go on his knees for a fucking woman - scratch that - for a fucking girl. Thankfully, she had returned to her old self, like the good. Little. Angel. With. A hint. Of a. Devil. Sarah. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out and pressed it against my ear. It is was Ramirez, seems he had returned from Mexico. He was waiting for me downstairs. Heaving a sigh, I stood from by bed. I turned before I went downstairs and met Ramirez in the living room. He was sat on one of the couch, he stood up once he saw me.

"Explain to me what the hell is going on." "I will, but you have to do me one favor." In a flash, Alpha Darren kicked Damien's gun away, which Cedric caught. Then he hit Damien's head with the umbrella he had brought before exiting the house. Damien's head, which was already injured, became even worse. But he didn't wince in pain, which surprised everyone. Even though he was staggering around like a drunk, he still didn't feel any pain. "Why did you hit me?" "You don't remember me because of amnesia, so I'm trying to restore your memory. That way your questions and mine will be answered."

Not in front of them. One of the men clapped him on the back, laughter rolling out like thunder. “Mr. Jordan, congratulations!” My stomach turned violently. Congratulations. This party… was it meant for us? For me? I parted my lips to respond, to summon some fragment of courtesy, but Ram’s voice cut through mine, sharp and deliberate. “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez, but there is nothing to congratulate. This day isn’t special. Not at all.” His eyes flicked toward me then, cold and deliberate, the cruelty of his words a blade meant to pierce me clean through.