Novel & Cerita Captain Armando Salazar

“You are going to kill them, all of them, for my sake. I won’t forgive you if you think of giving up or dying from here. This war started, and every war has to have its casualties. But you are not going to give up. A leader must never give up.” “We always planned on ending this together.” He said, squeezing his best friend’s hand. Giovanni’s hand loosened, but I could still hear his heartbeat as I knew that he was alive. “Giovanni…” “Diego, we need to get him out of here. We are going to do him no good if we stay here, and if we can, maybe we can save him by trying. But you are going to need to stand strong for his sake. He is not going to be able to fight on his own,” I said, looking at my

"Manuel and I built this home and we built the CRUZ enterprise together. Now that he's dead, I am in charge and so, everything will be controlled by me." "You must be crazy, you want to manage all of us?" Tara asked in disbelief. "Maria, that's not right." Dr. Mathew said. "As I said before, I and Manuel were the initiator of the success that you see all around you today. My duty as a wife is to manage these successes and make sure that they stay longer. From now on, everyone answers to me." "María Cruz!. This is insane!" Tara said. "It's my decision, whether you like it or not."

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.”

He was in his 50’s and the Don very much knew who he was. “Mr. Renato Salcedo. A business tycoon and a successful surgeon who is renowned not only in the Philippines but also in other parts of the world. You have been accepted to the Alpha brotherhood like a real family and yet, here you are, sitting on our infamous silya elektrika,” Don Arnulfo taunted as he approached the man’s direction. The Don spoke a heavy accent but the Spanish words that came out of his mouth slipped through his tongue smoothly.

Huracio “Get this post taken down immediately.” Salvatore snapped at his assistant. “Yes, sir.” Commander Arnold is one of the top army officers in the ammunition division of the country. He is also one of the key players in the black market. As long as he is in the know, it is easy to move things around and escape border control.

He was poised low on the ground, ever ready to strike with his shinobuken held horizontally in front of him, his left hand behind. “Were we in a trainin’ dojo where ye’ve been raised,” the captain said, “no one would claim victory… BUT HITHER IS NOT A DOJO!” Captain Fang thrust his amputated right arm and released the harpoon on the end of it. As a matter of fact, Sasha had earlier grabbed a handful of salt when he tumbled forward across a drying pan. Now he swung his left hand from behind him and flung the salt to the captain’s eyes like a sumo wrestler purifying the ring.

"You're admitting to selling out your own board for personal gain?" Salazar's gaze fell and his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I didn't think this would go as far as it has. Vega. he was so convincing. He made it sound like Antonio's Group was already doomed, that I'd be a fool not to have a backup plan. But now I see that he's played us all."

He found me at the window, where I did most of my standing around these days. “Rafael wants me back,” he said. “And the job’s done. Salvatore’s in the ground, the kid’s out, your streets are yours again. No reason for me to keep eating your food.” “You could stay. I could use a man like you.” “You had a man like me. You had Matteo.” He said the name plain, no tiptoeing, and somehow that was easier than the careful way everybody else said it. “You don’t need another tactician, Armando. You need to stop burying the people who tell you the truth.”

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

"I heard some of the men referring to you as whores." Aria laughed, her deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s not a derogatory word around here. Some of us were born into this world, others were saved from the outside and brought here. Everyone is respected around here. No one can do anything to us without our permit. Mariano is one of the best Don's we've ever had. He's strong, ruthless, a great leader, and loves the family. My father told me that he's exactly like his great grandfather, Salvatore. Everyone loved him." I nodded. Well, if they were so passionate about him…