Ava Soto Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Her Aunt Caroline had already made breakfast. “Good morning Aunt Caroline. What’s up for breakfast?” she smiled as she inhaled deeply and slowly. “Homemade hummus, sliced carrot sticks and cucumbers, feta and pita bread.” “Aunt, you know you’re such a great cook. Can I ever measure up to you? Ahh, I forgot you own a restaurant in Puerto.” Ava quickly set the table. She was already hungry and the aroma of the food was causing her to salivate more.

So when I bumped into Ric on the way, he immediately assigned me a therapist. “So, Ava, tell me what’s your biggest concern right now?” “Do you really want me to answer that?” I raise a brow. “Go ahead, this is a safe space.” I chuckle. “Nowhere is a safe space but I’ll answer your question. My biggest concern would have to be being stuck in this shitty ass building with nothing to sustain myself.” “And by sustainment, you mean…?” she drags as if expecting an answer. “Yes Hayley, I mean alcohol, cigarettes, weed, the likes.” Is she dumb?

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

“Somewhere that teaches you to look without looking. Embassy clubs. Private floors. Or someone who used to be something like us.” Stacey looked at the card. The ghost’s embossed grin caught the light. “Either way,” she said, “she’s a door.” PORTSIDE — 15:47 P.M. The river had the colour of old coins. Cranes moved in long, slow gestures like patient predators. Lisa parked the van behind a row of shipping containers the colour of rusted hope. Don screwed his camera to the tripod and set the aperture like a ritual. “Vessel San Medardo just cleared customs,” Ty said. “Two containers flagged: numbers ending 4-1-7 and 9-0-3. Our Colombians.”

He pulled out a nondescript bottle and a couple of glasses from one of the cabinets before he took Ava to the basement. He poured them both a shot once they’d sat down. “Drink up,” he said. Ava tipped the shot down before she coughed and spluttered. “What the hell, Zeke?” she asked. “This burns; what is it?” “A special mixture. Guaranteed to give wolves a buzz,” he said before tipping his shot down. “This isn’t what we need, Zeke,” Ava growled. “No, we need you to snap out of this and prepare to fight.”

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "