Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

I thought in time it would stop, but. We already had two months of dating, when one day we were making out on the couch, after lunch, when I hear someone open the door. Carlos practically jumped from the couch towards the door. I hear the voice of a woman talking to Carlos and get up, going towards the kitchen. — Carlito, I hope you like the snacks, I made especially for you. - says the woman who was old enough to be the mother of my Carlos. And what was the story of calling him Carlitos.— Now I’m going to clean your house, it’s a mess, young man.

his client Carlito Montreal, a realtor, asked him when he saw him not listening. Mr. del Fuego collected himself and said politely," Oh nothing. I just thought of someone who made me annoyed a while ago. Let's proceed with our collaboration then." --------------------------------- Hmmm, will Teacher Maria and Mr. del Fuego meet again?

Nothing that he can say right now will make this okay. I take two deep breaths, turning my back to Jagger as he is escorted out of the club and walks back to my cousins. Carlos sits with a bag of ice pressed against his face as Carina talks to someone. She is speaking so fast I can’t understand what she is saying. I only catch a few words. Maluco (crazy), policia (police). My heart beats fast as I approach my cousin and start apologizing.

Carl thought he would wake up in hell because he never did anything in his lifetime to deserve heaven at least that was what he thought, but opening his eyes, a white ceiling had welcomed him. 'Be my son, and inherit all my properties, young man. I will be dying soon, and I have no child to inherit my properties. You just have to change your name to my name, take over my drug cartel, and be the new mafia boss of Tom Gatto Santoro's family, and my twenty-three trillion dollar assets will all be yours' Those were the words that changed Carl's life since then, making him one of the most famous undercover trillionaire in the States and a notorious mafia Don. The sound of the car screeching momen

I tried to scratch him off me despite how I was dying to have him inside of me. “Yeah right! Your couchie is made of gold and promises, that's why just one night is enough for me to stick my neck out and go after the scariest mother****** in this region! Makes good sense doesn't it?!” Carl hissed at me as he slammed into me. My mouth hung open as he drove me to New heights of pleasure. Out here in nature with eyes we couldn't see watching us. I soon got tired of just giving and decided to take a well.

“Promise me something.” “Anything.” “You don’t die. You don’t disappear on me. We’re in this together, remember?” Carlo reached out, touched her face, just for a moment. “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless I take that bastard down first.” A silence passed between them. Heavy. Final. Then Carlo’s phone buzzed. He checked the message. “Coordinates are in,” he said. “Rico’s waiting. We’ve got a three-hour window before it’s too dangerous to move.”

) thought by Carlo. With a powerful serve(words) coming from Carlo to him, Daniel just shut up his mouth for being useless as he knew it to himself. *******************

I would love to find out how loyal he is to Carlos, that motherfucker. “Mario,” I smiled and withdrew from him, grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the table. I took out one stick, playing with the metallic lighter before I finally lit the cigarette. The sweet and intoxicating scent of tobacco wafted into my nose and inhaled deeply, before bringing it to my lips. I glanced at Jeff and Cenzo, Cenzo, my innocent killer. He had a baby face, with a ruthless heart. Jeff sometimes takes a while to kill but Cenzo, he does it instantly, his gums never leaving his mouth, which never stops whining.

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

His presence was a thundercloud—slow-moving, heavy, threatening to burst. He adjusted his black coat and walked with the confidence of someone who didn’t fear bullets or beasts. His men flanked him like shadows. I took a step forward, hands behind my back, posture straight. “Care to explain what the hell this show is about, Don Carlito?” I asked, keeping a straight look, devoid of fear or intimidation. Carlito offered a thin smile. "Isn't it interesting to find out you know my name," he said, laughing out loud. I nodded with a smile, watching him gloat in his ego.