Captain Armando Salazar Novels & Stories

I said, and he shook his head. “That is what they had us all believing. It turns out, Eli has a son.” He said, and I frowned. “I don’t know how he ended up being Capo with the presence of his father…” “He is dead.” I said, and Cartel frowned in confusion. “They found him in the club earlier today. I was heading there but your man got in my way.”

Fucking cowards. “IS THERE STILL A COWARD HERE?” It was boring. He thought about retreating to his room. Sleep beckoned, he was utterly drained from that stupid case report. On top of that, he endured two long scoldings but just as he was about to leave, the captain spoke a name that made him froze. “KAIZER SALVADOR!!” Huh?? wait a damn minute!! Kaizer?? KAIZER?? He hadn’t misheard, right? But the surname was different. Kaizer Salvador? The man he knew was Kaizer Sandoval

And if Elpidio does go through with his plans, then, would she have to choose between him and Armando? At the meeting room. The Salvadors were twin brothers who ran a construction company that was funded by Armando right when it was on the brink of bankruptcy. “ You can take a look at the documents once again to be sure the figures are correct,” Armando informed them as Williams placed the contract documents in front of them. “ That shouldn't be a problem, Master Armando. We completely have faith in you.” One of Salvador said as he picked up his pen and signed the contract before handing it over to his brother who also signed before handing the documents back to Williams.

Arman raised his left eyebrow to my question, “Do you really think I can do that to Lazaro? No, because you are there, and I don’t want something to happen to you.” “Fine.” “By the way, Cole didn’t go to bars. He was sent to his house, and I wonder what’s his connection to the police.” Arman said. I smiled at him, “Don’t you know that Cole is the hero of this country?” Arman laughed, “Hero?” “Yeah, he’s been in the army before, and he was the captain. That’s why his fighting skills are no match. He can kill you if he wants to. Thank god, I stop him or else that iron will dig into your chest down to your heart,” I said.

Salazar leans towards me until our faces are inches apart then says "Don't mistake him for a good man. Of the two, Kahlo is a lesser evil. That means he might have a shred of humanity but he's no angel. You have no idea what he'll do to you when he finds out you were behind El Rey's death. And trust me, he will eventually find out" "Are you trying to scare me?" I whisper and because I want to annoy him, close the distance between us and lick his cheek. He jumps back looking disgusted. "Can you be serious for once?" "Don't worry. If it comes down to it, we'll kill each other and you can finally be the big boss" "Or you can have an heir and I will make sure he inherits the business" "You're di

The silence stretches, every second a torturous reminder of the power he holds. His gaze drifts to Salazar. “Who exactly are you?” Salazar’s face hardens, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Felipe Salazar,” he says with a gleam of defiance, his voice rich with irony. “Perhaps you know me better as ‘El Cuervo.’”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.