Armand Mondragon Novels & Stories

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.

“Don Diego” “Don Diego, it’s Armando. I have something you are going to want to see.”

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.