Bates Motel Romero Novels & Stories

I went to the storage room because the blood traces are pointing there but he is not there. “Fuck” I whispered and I continue looking for him. He is losing my patience for the thought that I can easily find him, but I am wrong. I know he is just inside the house because he cannot go out. I looked outside the window and Mang Berto was no longer there. As well as his pickup truck. I shook my head even though I know that he will not betray me. He will not let Ross escape. I went back to find him, and prepared my cutter. I pulled the blade out because the moment that I saw him. I will stab him right away.

he asked "Yeah, under the name of Ralph Callejo," He said. The waiter Immediately guides us to our table and leave us alone. When I looked back I saw a familiar man staring at me I feel like my feet froze the moment I saw Genesis Glaring at me I see how his jaw clenched. A/N: Don't forget to rate and comment!

Half an hour later, I was back at the hotel, grabbing my pre-packed luggage. When I walked out the front doors, a sleek black SUV was already waiting in the rain. In the corner of the windshield sat a dark gold wolf crest. The exclusive symbol of the North American Alpha King. A guard respectfully pulled the door open, bowing low. "Lady Valerie, Beta Leon has the jet ready. We can depart whenever you are." "Let's go," I murmured, sliding into the backseat. I pulled out my phone. The screen was flooded with dozens of missed calls and texts from Wyatt.

I sobbed uncontrollably. "Damn you for dragging me into this!" I screamed. Speeding towards the address on the paper Dante had given me, I kept glancing at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see flashing lights or a car pursuing me. —None. The street was empty. It was just me, alone, driving. The motel loomed ahead, a faded neon sign flickering sporadically "Sunset Vista," it read, the "S" fading out. Pulling into the nearly deserted parking lot, I could hear my heart pound. The place looked like it hadn't been renovated since the '70s, the kind of place that held an eerie secret.

“Okay dear. I guess I'll call her back a little later.” “Okay.” She ended the call and sighed deeply. She couldn't sit around and wait for something to happen, she knew she had to go back to California and save her friend. But if that was going to happen, she had to leave immediately. …. In the basement of a big, abandoned, steel production industry, Don Romero and his men sat around a big table. They drank and smoked to their satisfaction, relishing in the thought of finally getting everything they'd ever wanted. The rusting pipes dripped water, creating a cold atmosphere but that did not seem to bother them.

he complimented. "Well thank you". He then opened the car door for her and ushered her in and closed the door.He rushed to be in the driver's seat as well.He drove off whilst staring at her admiringly. They got to a very exquisite exotic lounge.Jane seemed to have been surprised at the environment as she was baffled that she never knew such place existed in the first place.They were welcomed by the soft love music playing from the inside of the building.The environment was cool and free from distractions,cars packed around and securities at the gate.

Alone. Attached was a location pin—a high-rise restaurant still closed for renovations. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Exactly sixty minutes later, Damon stepped into the dim rooftop venue. Rain tapped against the panoramic windows. A solitary figure stood near the edge, overlooking the city. “Mr. Thorne,” the man said, turning. “Roman Vale. I used to work for Celeste. Now, I work for myself”. Damon approached warily. “Why now?” Roman poured himself a drink. “Because now you’re desperate enough to listen. And I want something in return”.

Rome was still confused, but he figured it had something to with Bart’s fear that his parents’ people were listening in. A moment later, a dark grey sedan pulled into the parking lot, headed for them. Rome tensed up, his eyes widening, and his mouth dropping open. “It’s okay,” Bart assured him. “One of mine.” Rome looked at his friend incredulously. “Since when do you have people?” Laughing, Bart replied, “Since you got married. You got everything out of this vehicle?” Rome nodded, and Bart led him to the car. The driver’s door opened, and a middle-aged man shaped like a bowling ball got out. “Hey, Rod. Thanks for getting here so fast. Take it in, get it scanned?”

Contreras and give Ema enough time to escape the house. She doesn't need me anymore... No... She's ours. "Come back, Ema!" Mrs Contreras wailed but it was too late. All that was left of Ema was a small speck far off. *** The road was quiet and desolate which should be comforting for someone who hated traveling long distances but not Mrs Romero. She was pale and green all over. "You don't look good Madam." Her driver commented, using an eye to inspect her through the driver's mirror.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.