Novel & Cerita Captain Peralta

His voice was low, dangerous. Alina whimpered beside me, her body trembling. I didn’t answer. I just tightened my grip on her wrist and kept moving while my eyes scanned for Alina’s family. They were just guests, I couldn’t allow them to be involved in my mess. I didn’t make it to the door when a thick voice cut through the chaos. “Well, well. Look who’s running—the Devil of Milan himself.” I turned. El Dorado. The Capo of the Cortés Crew.

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

Piper The crowd erupts into laughter—not just a few chuckles or scattered snickers, but a full-blown roar of amusement, as if I’ve just told the most ridiculous joke of the century. The elderly woman who spoke first sneers, her wrinkled face twisting with disdain. “Respect?” she repeats mockingly. “Alpha Elijah doesn’t deserve our respect anymore. He abandoned us for five years—five years while the curse took hold of our people. And now, he waltzes back in as if nothing happened?" Her gaze shifts to Elijah, her expression a mix of contempt and sorrow. "Where was he when we needed him?"

She departed. “Sheesh, what a douchebag,” Katie snorted once the lieutenant faded into the distance. We all quivered since the Jormungand commander was in front of us. Instead of being offended, he nodded to agree. “Sadly, Del Rio is going to be promoted to captain after this run.” “Her… a captain?” Wilt said incredulously. “Sounds like you dislike her,” Alex murmured. “She’s a good leader, but not a team player,” he said. “Enough about that. So tell me what’s going on in India.” Once again, we exchanged skeptical looks.

I swirled it around as Oscar begged for the purchaser's name. "Patience, Oscar, patience. I'm trying to help you out here." I smirked as I took a sip. "Who's the f*cking guy, Marco? Stop playing games," Oscar pleaded. It was hard not to play when I was so good at it. "Matias Castaneda. I'm sure you're familiar." "Damn it," was all he answered. He knew he was in deep sh*t. Nobody messed with Alpha Castaneda. He was enigmatic and stuck to the shadows. But, he had the reverence of all the packs in Miami proper.

Hanson, for one, knew this, and he also knew that Perla was Master Crawford’s most beloved disciple. With that in mind, despite knowing that Perla could very easily handle herself, there was no way he was going to risk her accidentally getting humiliated, especially not in his territory. Besides, this was a prime opportunity for him to prove his allegiance toward Master Crawford, and he could show how serious he was as well.

If he couldn't come, he would send help through this particular slave named Krystal. Krystal was Japanese which made me wonder why she was a slave in a place like this but she barely answered any of my questions but nevertheless, she was very kind to me and would deliver whatever dan had to give me. Some times, we shared the meals together and she helped me treat my wounds on other days too.

The old lady reply as she stood besides Maximo and look out of the horizon " You are the Italian Mafia Boss... Right? " " I am " Maximo replied quietly without looking at the woman. He wasn't even shaken by the sudden question and that was because he had expected it. " So you must be the might Maximo Santino I have always heard about " " I'm not mighty but I planned to be. Yeah, I'm Maximo Santino " Slowly the old lady turn to Maximo and nodded in acknowledgment. The young man turn to him too and smile.

"Oh, you're with someone? Who is this handsome young man? Is he your boyfriend?" Shit! I know who it is! Shit! I remembered. "Oh... Mang Jose. No. Ando works at the restobar. He is a newbie," I heard Carmelita say, but my attention was no longer on her. But in the old man. I remembered who it was. Mang Jose, or what Carmelita calls Captain, Mang Jose, is the caretaker of our beach house here on the island! I hope he doesn't recognize me! "Ah, is that so? Welcome to Barangay Washington in Isla Marupok, Ando. I'm the captain of this barangay, but just call me Mang Jose because I'm more used to that," the captain said with a smile.