Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

Their pace is not that fast like they are walking on a catwalk. Until they reach us but I almost stopped breathing. Like my world did stop spinning. All I can hear right now is the song and the beating of my heart. I am staring at the man who is the tallest of them all. He has clean-cut hair and wearing a white v-neck shirt and faded jeans. He is wearing an aviator and he took it off and I almost dropped my bag. I swallowed. How come? How come Cayden is here? I turned to his companion and I saw one familiar face and he is smiling at everyone. Lucas is here. "Welcome to the Philippines, we are the Delta Team. Reed Montero, The Captain." Reed introduced them.

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

I don’t care if we have to break down this door but I must get in. I take Gianna’s hand in my own and two of the men comes to stand in front of us, the other two stay behind us. Guns in hand. “Who is this? Name and rank?” Miguel speaks into the intercom. “Pete, solider, son of-“ “Well Pete, son of who I don’t give a fuck, I am Miguel, New York’s third captain. As a captain I rank higher than you, so I am ordering you to open this fucking door before I punish both you and your employer for the fuck of it”

The boys were really beginning to doubt Franz's judgment. "Lastly, this is Arjay Bermudo, Captain of the Covert Ops Squad of the philippines Military." The man who was known as Arjay was a tall muscular man. He had an eye patch and black spiky hair, the most noticeable thing about him was his devilish grin. Arjay looked at the young men in front of him then began to speak. "What makes you punks think that you can go up against Rusty" He scoffed. Adrian became irritated. "We're not weak" he snapped. Arjay began to laugh.

"Are you actually telling me Finn Reyes is the best we can do?" I slammed my mug onto the scratched wooden table of the Sol y Sombra Café. Hot oat milk splashed over the rim, scalding my thumb. I didn't flinch. "He’s the Captain of the Miami Ice Dome, Val. His jersey is the only one the local fans actually buy." Mariana didn't look up from her phone. Her thumb swiped aggressively. "The guy is a force of nature. A magnetic disaster. You need to write about the 'Primal Ice' phenomenon, and he is the phenomenon."

Lastly, the sole heiress, Alekzandria Valerie Wright joined the train. Timothy Steel and Mr. Carlos stepped in the line, right behind the Wright princess. There was total silence as they watched in pure fascination. It was an overwhelming parade of power, except for one man whom they believed didn't belong. "Are you that shameless, Lam Cartagena?" Amidst the silence and stupefaction of everyone, Arnold Del Castillo stepped forward and with pure disdain pointed at Lam who settled next to Chairman Lucien Wright. The family calmly turns to the old man, their unremarkable expressions show nothing of their thoughts.

“The people who bring the stuff in. The people who move it around. The ones who are strong, the ones who are weak. Kai explained it all.” “Okay,” Neva said, all business. “So, who is the best bet? We need a starting point.” Pierre pointed a finger at a name near the top. “Him. Ricardo Mendez. They call him ‘El Jefe’. The Boss.” “Why him?” Neva asked, her voice flat. “Because of this,” Pierre said, tapping a scribbled note beside the name. “Kai says Ricardo’s got a deep grudge. Not with Killian.” He looked straight at Calla. “With Alfredo Lancaster. Vanessa’s father.”

Sometimes, he convinced himself that he was keeping her alive just to teach her that he was the boss around there and he was still the most formidable man in the whole of Spain. He flopped down on his bed. He wasn't going to let her get away again. He was going to carry out that reason he had kept her alive. He was going to bend her until she was broken, he won't let whatever was pathetically going on with him make him less of the person he was. He was Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, Lucifer reincarnated and he was going to live up to those names.