Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

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”

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.

“Just a man doing a job for money. Don’t worry about who I am. Choose between Evadne and Eulalia. If you want Evadne alive, bring Eulalia over, or else I’ll send you Evadne’s corpse.” Percival stared at the text, his expression turning murderous, his pupils narrowing like a beast ready to strike its prey, but filled with darkness. “You dare!” Percival didn’t act rashly, the seasoned leader calming himself quickly. “Sir, I’m a desperado; I’m not afraid of death. As long as the money is right, I’ll do anything. I dare not move now, but later, who knows.” The sender sent an anonymous text and then a video to Percival’s phone.

John, Percy's second in command, who has been quiet all this while spoke up in his deep baritone voice pointing at the image of a tall huge rough-looking man that has FOOL tattooed on his right fingers raised in a fist. Percy observed the guy with critical eyes contemplating if his addition to the group will spice things up. He looked down the screen checking to see his rank. He is a beta. " Add him. " " Last one " " Scarface, " Blake said out loud, freezing the screen on his choice. Everyone stared at the short man with scars all over his face. Looking at him you will know that he has seen death and lived to tell the tale. " They are complete now sir, " Simon spoke looking at Percy.

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

All five of them were very useful in any organization and together they worked under the alias ‘the outlaws’, serving as Vendettas eyes and brains in remote places and if one tried, they wouldn't be able to trace them back to Vendetta. “The man has ears and eyes everywhere and last I heard, he's in Dalton”, Klaudia said. “Dalton?”, Stephan sat up. “Yeah. Dropped in last night, American time”, she answered. “We need you guys. Pull out your best resources. Babatunde needs to go down. He is starting a world war and he's this close to the plutonium”, Stephan made a tiny hand gesture with his thumb and index finger.