Novel & Cerita Armand Mondragon

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

Tears filled Aramide's eyes at the possibility 9f her daughter dying. They had been trying to find Ace for days, Even before the test results had come out, Angel was doing so bad, He seemed completely distraught, Aracely didn't understand own thing though, Latifah and Ace were Supposedly the daughters of Federico Montes. How is it possible that Aracely some how ended up with them? And why did she say that angel was her brother? Angel had a few questions to answer too. But alas! Aramide could fix things. honestly, Finding one's daughter, sounded better than finding the daughter's murderer.

I did need help from my mother since she knew how to handle things, but it still was extremely frustrating being a Spanish mafia princess. "Of course, Aunty Maria, anything for you and your daughter," He says, looking at the both of us before sipping his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up with every gulp he took. He looked so sexy, but I needed to stand my ground and not let him know I found him attractive, but I couldn't let him know his face made me weak and my pussy wet; I just couldn't. After the engagement, It was almost midnight, and everyone started leaving and heading out of the doors. Thank God I could go home, but unfortunately, Alessandro was coming over for drinks, so I was not f

Diego. "He doesn't know about your friend ... let's keep it that way, as far as Armand knows, I'm rescuing you from your kidnapper, you're going to go home to Lancaster and play the role of the last Montenero standing ... the wife of Armand Lombardo ... and you will be by his side to carry on your family's legacy, produce the next generation to further expand your dynasty," he was calmed and collected. Ari turned to him with a snarl, "He killed my parents."

Gustavo grinned, and a loud laughter erupted from their lips. "Who? Is it Stanley Montero, who seems interested in politics as well, that you want us to target?" Armando asked with a grin. "You're right about that, he's the one I thought of," Gustavo responded. Ares was almost trembling with anger upon hearing his father's name. He knew that his great-grandfather Philip Montero had never been good, who had been the governor of their province.

he belongs to the mafia, a crazy freaking mobster. I stopped listening to them and let them be. At least now I know Diego can be trusted. After the call, Diego returned my phone. "So, you are a mafia boss?" "Deigo De Luna, a boss mafia of the De Luna clan." He formally introduced himself and stretched out his hand for a handshake. "Dr. Enzo Denver Mondragon." I accepted his hand. "The Mondragons should keep their distance away from us. Or let me say, we keep away from the Mondragons." In his silly smile, he let go of my hand.

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

But she was sent first to the hospital to have her wounds treated. Andromeda Mondragon looked younger than her age. She was 25 years old. She had sharp eyes and a fierce gaze, and her powerful aura shone no matter what she wore (which, at this moment, was very ragged and dirty combat attire). Wherever she went, everyone would bow or salute her. She was, after all, the heiress of Dragon Security Empire. These elites were sent on covert missions all over the world to help win wars or defuse potentially disastrous situations and prevent wars. These were the unsung heroes of the nation.