Caballeros Del Infierno Novels & Stories

_Elio_ I am completely floored by what just happened. I think I am going to have another debt to the Columbo girl, and I just created a new one for the Gabino girl. The Madonna! And they say that men are the ones who are hot-blooded! I turn my head towards the stronzo who has committed a crime against what is mine, and I approach the future Don Gabino and him with a calm step. "Speak. What did you do to piss off Maria and Valentina like that?" orders Gabino.

“There’s likely a secondary device still inside. They always leave a second one. It’s how they operate.” I froze, my heart pounding. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about, but who the hell was this guy? I didn’t have time to play games. People were dying. I shot him another look, then glanced at the building, uncertainty gnawing at me. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to figure out if I should trust him. “Just someone who knows what’s going on,” he said, stepping back slightly. “Kareem Ali.” Kareem Ali.

"This is a serious matter, guys. Tell me whose oven this is!" I was about to speak when the office door opened. Another counselor called Marie out. Soon, we heard an angry roar. "I'll give you until the end of the day to find the culprit. Otherwise, I'll kill all of you to avenge Adeline!" The roar came from Terence York, Adeline's boyfriend. Terror washed over me when I heard his familiar voice. Summer's knees almost gave out when she heard this. She looked at me and said, "You're the one who caused the fire, Michelle."

"You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that." Her stomach dropped. He stepped into the light, shadows dancing across his face. "Alonso Delgado never made it past his twentieth birthday. I did." She couldn’t breathe. "What?" He moved closer, until the poker nearly touched his chest. "I’m Esteban. Esteban Gallego." The name struck her like lightning. The Gallegos; rivals of the Delgados. Ruthless. Vicious. Responsible for the massacre in Medellin.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

For a tiny moment, I saw his pupils dilate. He swallowed hard. "I've instructed Raine and my beta to launch an attack on them this night. Ace should have at this moment bought the shares of every company they are affiliated with, and..." He stopped, I was watching him intently. Then he continued, staring directly into my pupils. "The men who fired at us are currently in our torture room, undergoing a little bit of non-medical vasectomy. The pack house is on fire, and their warriors have been captured." Shit, castration?

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Even his men believed he was a prophet. Rios greeted them, still wearing that warm smile, as they landed on the dock. “I do love the Philippines,” Gabriel exclaimed with a heavy sigh, his fat belly leading the way. “And we love having you here,” Rios replied with a chuckle. Walking beside him was the Cabrerra Línea from Peru. This clan was old jungle traffickers turned global players. Today, a quiet strategist and Gabriel’s secret lover, Catalina Cabrerra, came as their representative. Rios kissed the middle-aged woman’s hand before ushering them to the venue.

"Baby what's going on?" he asked sitting at the edge of the bed, "What's going on as how?" he understood what his partner was talking about but he wanted him to elaborate more on his question. "This place is really scary and I'd be lying if I said, I'm not getting more scared, by the second what is up with this cabin?" "I don't know much but I know this place is full of mysteries and its starting to unravel bit by bit. First, it was Elena Martins the ghost, then the other unknown ghosts and Ruth's injury. Oh and my mysterious, lost in the wilderness situation." he heaved a sigh.

I leaned back, watching the young lady, probably not more than twenty, get dragged down a corridor. “He’s sloppy,” I said flatly. “Sloppy men are easy to bury.” "Ma’am, the Bogota meeting won’t be small. The Niccolos, Bellari, Bianchi… maybe even Vargas. You’ll need more than leverage." He eyed the gun beside me. "I can pull a trigger just fine, Alfred." "They play dirty. Four months ago, Franco Bellari wasn't among that table, but he earned it by killing and taking what wasn't his. You'll need to show them the way you're presence can bring."