Blackie Escobar Novels & Stories

Kelly clapped back. "Thank goodness George is getting discharged tomorrow. It would save me from seeing your ugly face. Goodbye, Escobar. You suck!" Kelly smirked and walked away. Doctor Escobar didn't attempt to call him back.

Maybe buttons if anything at all. "Toughin' your skin or you'll get fried out here." He said, the rasp of his voice so deep I knew he smoked tobacco. Fried? What could that mean? He spoke very... strange. I cleared my throat and fixed my voice into the proper tone I was taught and mustered my best fake confidence. "Your opinion on my well being here does not matter. Because you will be driving me back to the west after my rebirth today." He was silent for a moment, perhaps I had reminded him of our positions. But then he gave a shrug without looking back towards me.

She made a violent effort to be free, “Let me go off here!” “I’m ready to greet Satan in hell. But I can’t let myself go there alone. I with drag your uncle, too.” He chuckled. “What are you talking about?” This time, Hero caught her attention. “Your Uncle Ricky is the head of this organization. He is in charge here in the Philippines of the illegal drugs coming from Southeast Asia. Even the girls who are for auction in Malaysia. He had been doing this even he was still in PDEA.” “That’s not true! My uncle is a good man.” She wouldn’t believe him. Her Uncle was normally wealthy even before. However, she noticed that his fortunes grew larger all of a sudden. She thought it was because he was

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He shrugs. “I’m sorry, but that will not be happening. She’s a whore who escaped from my establishment. I want her back.” His words make me see red. “She is my whore, uncle! Mine.” I growl, slamming my open palm on his table. “My whore. I’m asking you to step down now. The next time will be bloody.” Escobar smiles– a wide toothed, evil smile. “Well then, nephew, you better be prepared to bring out the big guns because I’m not going anywhere. You and that whore will never be safe from me. Mark my words.”

"I said I would release her. I didn't say I would leave her alone forever. The deal was for her freedom, Grandmother, not my absence from her life." "Leonardo—" "You got what you wanted. I gave up my prisoner. Now I'm giving her space. But I won't pretend she doesn't exist. I won't pretend I've forgotten what her family did to mine. She's free because you asked, but she will never be free of me. That's not part of the deal." Mama Rosa was silent for a long moment. "Be careful, my boy. Obsession is a poison. It will destroy you if you let it."

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

I let out a low growl as he nearly slashed my neck, maneuvering myself around him before turning to stand behind him, causing him to double over. “Who the hell are you?” I asked, and he chuckled, turning to face me. His eyes met mine momentarily, and though I wanted to walk toward him, wanting to punch him; my legs stilled, not allowing me to move a muscle. It was as if I was glued to the ground, and the man seemed to know and understand that. “They call me Erebus.” He said, turning to the window behind him just as banging could be heard on the door. “We will meet again, little Auditore. Only next time, I am going to be sure that your last breath is taken on my hand. Exactly like hers was…”

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”