Novelas y relatos de Captain Peralta

“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.

There was a warmth in her chest, a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Pedro!” Ramon exclaimed, gripping his son’s shoulders tightly, his eyes shining with pride. “I have something to tell you. Do you remember Captain Juan? He’s a hero, our hero. He helped the Americans rescue over 500 prisoners of war in Cabanatuan. Can you imagine that?” Pedro’s eyes widened, admiration filling his gaze. “I knew Captain Juan was brave, but this… this is something else.”

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"

He said to himself. "Don't stop following him but make sure always be discreet about it. Take extreme precaution when following Albert Ripley, Lucian suggested, then soon drove away. He could still remember how he was lured to Chinatown and almost died. He does not have proof of who did it, but he is sure it was Albert Ripley. - On the other side of Los Angeles, Officer J. Peralta entered the LAPD briefing room with a smile on his face. “What’s with the grin?” Officer H. Gilberts asks.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

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.

“I talked to him when he was tied up and he was awful to me. Told me I deserved everything Liborio was going to do to me and more.” The captain, who clearly also spoke English, looked at Presley, “he was under orders by me if he wanted to stay alive then he needed to continue behaving as if he wanted you dead. I watched when you went to speak with him from the helm and Estrella was with you making sure he didn’t tell you too much about what he knows about Liborio. If he wanted to live, he needed to play along. He already asked us to intervene by then. I don’t think he’s admitting actual genuine feelings for you, but he didn’t want you to die.”