Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

“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.

I She looked taken aback by my statement, but she soon fixed her look and said, “Which brother? Let me guess, Fabio?” “No, Carlos. He hates the S, so we call him Carlo. He’s ruthless, but he is nothing compared to Fabio. I would know because I grew up with him. He is a sociopath, and he doesn’t respect women. But you already know that, don’t you? You work with him, of course you do.”

Carl says softly touching her bruised chin, stroking it Softly His eyes locked with her plump lip and his thumb went to it, feeling it's softness, enjoying the feeling "Gunner Shields" Carl says authoritatively and Mia watched as a tinted glass separated the limo "You can Scream all you want while I pleasure you Qūeridã, It's Sound proof" Carl says burying his face in her neck, sniffing her he stuck his tongue out tracing every bit of her neck, to her collar bone and to her cleavage in which he harshly bit on

"Who the hell are you? Radon pullover.." "Oh, shit..." He curses and pulls the break. Elsa whipped her head forward and about two cars were blocking the empty road and four guys. One seems to be smoking a fat cigar and he looks like their leader. Elsa hoped out of the bike including Radon. Elsa doesn't know what was going on but she was certain she was going to get hurt before she leaves the place. Elsa just wanted to get the hell out of there. "Radon Colorado Carter. Nice stunt you pulled on my men." A guy with the fat joint chuckled with his obvious Italian accent. Elsa quickly went behind Radon for cover.

Amelia, still puzzled, asked, “Is something so funny?” Carl didn’t move to fix the collar she had unbuttoned. He simply remained bent slightly forward, his collarbones clearly visible. There appeared to be something on them, maybe a tattoo—it was red, standing out beautifully against his pale skin. Amelia couldn’t make it out clearly but could tell it was striking. “You’re about to make Director Luke choke on his own heart,” Carl said, his voice still laced with amusement. It was hard not to like the way he spoke, even though it was edged with a certain charm.

, Carls said and Dante left. Carls picked up his phone. He dialed a number. “Hello boss”, Rico said from the other end. “Rico I need you to link me up with someone”, Carls got straight to the point. “Give me the details boss and it will be done”, Rico said. “Just a name”, Carls replied. “Still not a problem boss”. Carls lip curled into a smile. ***************************** SONG RECOMMENDATION: ONE OF THE GIRLS BY THE WEEKEND, JENNIE AND LILY ROSE DEPP