Caballero Novels & Stories

"My dad went to Caballero's mansion to make trouble again. I heard that the old man was so angry this time that he was hospitalized..." Natalie's voice was a little choked up. The Caballero family was a big family, even though she had married Yadon, the Caballero family still did not recognize her as his wife.

Camila rolled her eyes. “i’m on my honeymoon you are not meant to call me” she replied. “why not? We need to know that you are okay” Diego replied. Roman peeked into the screen from beside her and smiled at her brothers. “remove your face from the picture, this call is not meant for you” Matias chided, Roman rolled his eyes and looked away. “so how’s everything? Hope you’re having fun? Where’s Cory?” Camila and Roman exchanged amused looks but before they could reply, Ace smacked Matias’ head.

– he left after Ben. - I'm Ben. Her best friend. Ben stopped, giving him his outstretched hand. Hector took Ben's hand and kissed it: - It's a pleasure, Ben. Bastard... Trying to win my friend over. - I'm... - Hector Casanova. – Ben completed. — The owner of Babylon. - I can give you free tickets. - He smiled. Ben put his hand on his chest, pretending to have a heart attack: - By my salts... Do you swear? Want a coffee?

Everyone lives their moment, each table is a life. For some time now, I have had the opportunity to be among those people, as a regular customer, Carl Malaver, a very interesting Marabino man, with a good physique, crazy look, and mystery to rage, being one of the toughest and most sought after accountants in the city.

A bang came immediately and everyone stayed where they were as Carlos moved from his position to answer the door. "Who the fuck are you, amigo?" Carlos asked, trying to mix Mexican and English together. "You don't remember your brother, amigo?" The person behind the door respond. "Amigo? Pablo?" "Yes, Carlos. It is me, amigo." Carlos opened the door to allow Pablo enter the busy room. He was a fresh lad in his early twenties. A big fan of twentieth century Argentine soccer star, Diego Maradona. "Who are this people, amigo?" Pablo asked, staring widely at the faces of Clark, Michael and Savannah.

“Who the hell is that?” “His name is Diego De La Cruz,” Jonathan said carefully. “He’s… he’s not just some random guy. He’s the leader of a cartel, Gabriel. And Antonia’s been working with him.” Gabriel stared at the photos, his mind refusing to process the words. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “This has to be a mistake. Antonia wouldn’t—she couldn’t—”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

"Can you call me just Gabriel? Gabgab is a little awkward now." I smiled at what he said. He has a point, anyway. "Okay. Just call me Qotorie, too. Koto is a child, huh." He held out his hand and I gently reached for it. "So, see you again, Qotorie?" he said. "See you again, Atty. Gabriel Carvajal."