Camilo X Mariano Novels & Stories

The business in Colombia had been a total success, Maria De La Cruz, continued to keep out of justice, and to tell the truth the power felt quite good to the Mexican. On the part of Emiliano Romero, love sprouted between them, they never left each other's side for a second, that is to say, where Maria was, Emiliano was, they were inseparable, although the important business was always handled by the Mexican.

Marino eyed him, “You don’t even look half as good as I am.” He shot him a glare before opening his car door and stepping out, Marino following shortly after. “Hmmmmn.” Marino chuckled, looking around. He shut his door and they both walked to the entrance of the villa. They already had the attention of the few ladies, even men that were outside. He chuckled to himself. They stepped into the villa. He felt the pause of the crowd, he felt the awe and admiration, he felt the confusion and surprise. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti was back.

CALLAN’S EXPRESSION softened and he squeezed my mind. He did not say anything immediately instead, his lips moved but was still thinking very carefully. “She could fire a gun,” somebody spoke breaking the silence inside the room. Two men stepped inside the room. It was Capo Mariano and his son Alec. I stood up from my chair and smiled. “Oh my god, you’re here.” “Sorry, we were late,” Alec shrugged his shoulders apologetically. But extended his arms for a quick embrace.