Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

No wonder, this young lady in front of him could recognize his face instantly. “Oh yes, I remember now… But, I haven’t known your name yet, Beautiful Lady…” uttered Erito again. He was now looking hungrily and thirstily at the young lady in front of him. The young lady burst out in her sexy crispy laughter. She then replied, “Carolina… Carolina Virginia Tionadi… You can merely call me Carol – that’s okay… Are you alone tonight, Handsome?” asked Carolina Virginia approaching Erito closer and closer at this moment. She was even brave enough to touch and caress gently Erito’s groin.

I didn’t even think she would agree. But she gave me a chance to fix her broken heart or, in other words, make her fall in love with me. I thought it wouldn’t be a hard job for me; I had women chasing me all the time. As for Riley, she was a challenge for me. “Let’s get back to work. Did you look up at Carl like I said?” I asked, changing the subject. Luke grumbled, and I heard him typing roughly on the keyboard. He cleared his throat, and I chugged down my drink as he started talking. “Carlos De Luca, who’s known as Carl the dick.” He stopped to chuckle at his joke before continuing. “He owns car dealerships around Europe, also modeling and-“

But Fabinho's arrogance and greed had blinded him to the danger, and he had ignored Carl's advice. Recently, Fabinho had been preoccupied with amassing wealth, leaving an opening for Yosef and Pablo to strike. With Fabinho failed, not only had Carl lost an ally, but his lucrative organ trafficking and drug trade operations, along with the research on Voodoo Lwa, were in shambles. It represented a significant financial blow. Carl’s expression was grim as he checked the time. "What about Isolde?" As if on cue, a red, beat-up Jeep sped towards them. A woman jumped out as soon as it came to a halt and ran over to the car. She climbed into the passenger seat, breathless.

But there was an underlying uncertainty within those electric blue hues that I’d never seen before. “Tell me.” I reached for his hair as he pulled my shirt down, covering my body with the barely there fabric of the tee. I have a feeling that this has something to do with the Italian-speaking girl, but I can’t be certain. I’m not even sure who she is in his life. “A friend sent me a video of you and Carlito,” he said remorsefully, as if he’s scolding himself for considering something he knew he shouldn’t. I can’t blame him. We barely knew each other, and we’ve taken things far too fast.

I freeze to the ground when I realise it's Dario. Carlos sinks back on the couch and chews the crisps louder. "That's your friend." He smiles. "He was very generous with his head." ****

But the door didn't just open; it slammed. "You're avoiding me, Liam. I don't like being avoided." A heavy, expensive looking shopping bag dropped onto the table, sliding right over my notebook. I looked up. Carl was standing there, a wide, jagged smirk on his face. He wasn't in his team tracksuit. He was wearing a brand new, charcoal grey wool coat. It was thick, stylish, and clearly expensive. "Nice, right?" Carl asked, smoothing the lapel of the jacket. He spun around slowly, making sure I saw every stitch.

“Who did you say control the cartels?” “Some annoying brat named Ernesto. He is from the barbaric islands.” I love the Caribbean and spend most of my vacations there. I smiled at Alfalfa who was fuming in his mouth as he stared at the sunset. They should be scared for messing with Alfafa. “Don’t worry I will have my men put an end to it.” “Please, I want it as soon as possible.” Hearing alfalfa beg it must be so bad. “I have a contract coming up and it would ruin my business. If this news continues to spread.”

The sex slave struggle to do so but finally close her eyes shut and swallow hard while flinching her face in disgust. "Good girl." Mario said while patting her head. "Now get out!" he ordered. She quickly jumps out of bed butt naked and runs out of the room without any clothes on. She just wrapped her hands over her boobs for some coverage. Mario grabs a cigarette and lights it while he enjoys his morning. Then the phone rings again. It was the Colombian cartel. "Hey commander, how are you doing?" The caller asked. "Same old." Mario replied while releasing out smoke from his mouth

"I want only the best, Carlos. The finest sex workers this island has to offer." Carlos raised an eyebrow, understanding the Kingpin's desires. "Consider it done, Mr. Collins. I know just the right people. Leave it to me." he said, As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon, Collins retreated to his luxurious suite. The sound of crashing waves mingled with the anticipation that pulsed through him. He knew that soon, his desires would be fulfilled. Minutes later, there was a discreet knock on his door. Collins opened it to find Carlos standing there, his arms linked with two stunning women. Their beauty was mesmerizing, their sensuality emanating from every pore. The