Antonio Banderas Novels & Stories

I made a mental note about talking to Mariano about this getting followed around thing. Colton was a man of few words, unlike Antonio who I bonded with instantly. Colt had two children - both five. I told both of them to go home. They declined. "They're Don's orders." Colt said tersely. I crossed my arms, trying to be confident. God, Mafia men were terrifying. "Its your Donna's order to go home." Antonio looked around sheepishly. Colton's expression didn't waver. "Due respect, Donna, but your word doesn't stand against Don's."

“They believe she’s still mine.” Stefano frowned. “Isn’t she?” Antonio stopped. That question hung heavier than it had any right to. “She carries my name,” Antonio said coldly. “But she no longer carries my obedience.” “And the Mercantis?” Antonio’s lip curled. “They’ve made her think she belongs.” Stefano shifted uneasily. “Vincenzo Mercanti doesn’t take strays.” “No,” Antonio agreed. “He takes weapons.” Antonio poured another drink and didn’t offer one to Stefano.

I asked him when I saw his eyes narrow into slits. “Emilia, I don't have to answer your questions. Now you better come back to the pack with me.” he threatened when I shook my head. “I have already found my second mate, Luis. I am not going to throw my one chance of happiness to come and live in that hell hole again.” “Second chance mate? You have got to be kidding me.” he asserted when I shook my head and wrapped my hands around Andres’s biceps. “I am not. I am now Beta Rodriguez’s mate.” I told him when I saw him look at Andres.

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake. “I thought that we were meeting in the VVIP lounge?” Alessandro said, letting me know that the man was the Cartel. The other Alphas stood, but all of us ladies stayed in place. The Alphas took their turn in shaking hands with the Cartel, and though he smiled, welcomingly at them, I could tell that the devious expression on his face meant nothing more than a mutual alliance. Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual.

But the man on the screen didn’t even flinch, as if he were deaf too. “I think we both know your Arganza supplies were sabotaged and your labs need this raw material,” the interpreter said into the mic. “Was that what Mr. Brona said?” Dante asked me, and I nodded. Those were his exact words. I looked at Lorenzo. His face looked like he wanted to kill someone. The executives sitting beside him had dark, furious expressions too. He glanced at a man in a white medical lab coat and gave a heavy nod. They needed the Arganza, and the man on the other side of the screen was taking advantage of it.

Alejandro replied politely. “Oh, my dear Son! You don’t have any idea how much I miss you. I can’t even wait for tomorrow. Why on earth did you go to London instead of working as my right hand?" Antonio asked in sorrow. Antonio was the biggest gangster in Spain. His son Alejandro on the other hand doesn't want to be a part of his family legacy. “Dad, you know that I don’t want to be a part of your business, and ever since mom passed away, I have not been able to live in Mexico.” He exhaustedly replied.