Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

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

THIRD PERSONS P.O.V. 2012 “The conversation is getting pleasing” Carter smiled “I am the Don of El Cartel del Lobo, and through a few light researches, I found out you are the heads of the double axes clinic, I want something light from you, the benefits? A college scholarship for your son in an elite school, I run the strings of it, it’s best to think very early of the kids future, he is a promising young man isn’t he?”

Carmine opened the trunk of a black BMW. Inside was a Louis Vuitton bag. He opened it. Inside: A new Canadian passport, a different name. €180,000 in cash. A Beretta 92FS with a silencer. And a satellite phone with only one number in its address book. Vito took the gun and loaded it with a slow, almost religious gesture. Then he looked his nephew in the eye. "First Judge De Santis. Then the accountant who sang. Then we'll go home." Carmine smiled.

She knew that torture could he the only way she gets to know the truth. “Who's he?” The man who called Loretta asked as he stared at Carrillo. “He's my informant.” “Can I take a look at the explosives?” Carrillo inquired as Loretta agreed to it without hesitation. Carrillo stared at the explosives, the wooden crates had a letter G on it. He wore a smile on his face staring at the men. “This belongs to the Gustavo Clan.” As soon as Carrillo said these words, all six of them were shocked.

He had tattoos the full length of his arm and the smoke he blew from his cigarette made Charlotte's face darken with disgust. “Hey pretty! Can we talk when you’re done?” He asked, but Charlotte gave him no response. His appearance alone was a total NO for her. Seeing him try to break the ice with her made her disgusted. “Can you do me a solid and give me your number?” He asked and her eyes darkened with rage. Carl, who sensed how easily annoyed she was, took action by grasping Sanjay’s neck. “Get the f**k out of here!! If you need a girl to talk to, meet the damn girls in our club, or the strippers and not her!”

Undeterred, Carlito persisted, attempting to mimic their movements and gestures. “He’s a little spitfire, isn’t he?” Carl said, amusement and pride in his tone. “That’s my son.” As I was contemplating how Carlito’s confident approach would be received, one of the older children looked at him with a huge smile. Carlito’s eagerness to participate in their game had unexpectedly turned into a fun competition. Theodore joined just as Carlito let out a mischievous giggle and darted away, prompting the older kids to chase after him. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of my spirited son leading the pack, his laughter echoing across the playground.

Ciro said with determination on his face. **************************** Carl was seated comfortably in his office going through the series of paperwork on his table, when he got an unannounced call from an unknown contact. "Who is this" He asked before the caller could speak "Greetings Mr. Carl, my name is Alvaro Sanchez, leader of the SNAKE EYE cartel" The caller introduced himself. "Yeah, how may I be of help?" "Apparently, I serve as the representative of the underworld cartels" Carl was confused for a minute. He wasn't sure he had heard of such name before.

Severin couldn't be bothered to argue with them and simply waved his hand. "Thank you, Mister Severin!" Carlito wiped a cold sweat in secret, instantly relieved. He awkwardly smiled and arched his hand to Severin before leading his people away from there. "It's good that you're back. I didn't expect that you actually knew each other. This Carlito, when he first arrived, acted like he was invincible. But who would've thought that once he saw Mister Severin, he immediately became cowardly. Haha!" Zoheb chuckled. Carlito, whom they previously couldn't afford to offend, was unexpectedly resolved with just a few words from Severin.