Carlito Caribbean Cool Novels & Stories

Between them, held by his upper arm, was the valet Cain had handed the keys to the SUV to. Cain's eyes narrowed as the guards threw him to the ground in front of him. "Alpha Sovereign, this man gave a man, who matches the description you gave us, the keys to your car," one of the guards said, bowing his head in reverence. Cain felt his jaw clench. "Well shit." Daniel said. Ella's P.O.V. The look my grandfather gave me made the fact that we were speeding through the crowded streets of Mumbai feel like a stroll through Candyland.

“Don found a new representative at E corp after I told him what happened to the pervert.” “Who is it?” “His name is Tommy, he's American. I haven't personally met him but from what I heard, he's a good puppet.” “That's good. How did the shipment go in Spain?” “It was a success, Carter kept his word. Our next mission should be in Colombia. The cartel boss there sells quality products. He's the one that distributes it to the Koreans.” “Get me more information about him, we need them if we want to work with him.”

ed by Carleysia. Carrisia was loudly and predicted packed. I did not accept him and I kept her lips in a fine line while Karson attacked with a cruelty. I left one of her hands to be commented in the other while praised his hand it free of her guilty to reveal the brakes of the camera. Carson has removed his mouth of her mouth and kisses to be checked. "A-T-stop. A. Argok." Carlisia, she crying, ignored her while his teeth was pushing his short stainless fabric. "شششش ...... I will not hurt you." It was entitled while handing over his jackets, and circles circles on the Karisia stomach, making it launched a superhero round. Suddenly open the door and pull the Carson from above. Carlisia was

Had they waited that long for Antonio to use up so many cigarettes? "How was your trip?" Antonio made small talk to Carl. The man in the plain black T-shirt that read life is about having fun puffed the smoke that had filled his mouth to the ceiling. Making the distance between him and Antonio gray for a moment, before the smoke mingled with the air and he said, "Pretty smooth. My people helped me." Flo chuckled. "You're like a boss, huh."

"Hey!!!" Carl shouted with excitement in his voice as he jumped down from his seat and ran towards Dominco hugging his leg, picking him up from the ground and placing him on his hips Dominco tickled his stomach making him laugh, "Stop it!" Carl said in a fit of laughter, getting up from the chair Matteo nodded his head towards Dominco as he passed him with his plate in his hands as he walked out of the house. "Did you enjoy the cake?"

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

he whispered quietly, "do you want war? Fine. You won't be around for its end, however. Carla stood amidst the shadows of towering shipping containers, her eyes scanning the organized chaos of her men loading crates of weapons onto waiting trucks. The distant sound of waves crashing against the docks was a stark contrast to the tension humming through the air. "Faster," she barked, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "We don't have all night. Move it!" Diego came up, his face stretched with worry. "Boss, we've seen more patrols around here. Could be Vito's men." Carla's lips curled into a sly smile. "Let them come. A little chaos is just what we need. Besides, we're ready for t

Not the Carlos I knew. There it was. Carlos's picture! So many of them—on the screen of her phone. Ignoring Isabella's cunning ways, I picked up my phone. “Hey, Siri. Show me the popular Carlos Gotti pictures?” Relaxing back on my chair, I moped at the screen of my phone while waiting—only for me to see the pictures of a man I told I loved a while ago. “No way—” I looked up at Isabella who had a satisfying smile on her countenance. “No fucking way.”

“You should drink it, it might help you chill out.” I didn’t answer and shot at the target again. I wondered why I had brought them here with me when I knew they were only going to joke around all day. Carlo cupped his mouth and whispered to Mateo, but I heard what he said. “I think the only thing that will make him chill out is him fucking the hell out of that pet.” “Shut the f*ck up, Carlo,” I groaned, turning to look at them. “We both known the only think in your fucking head is how you are going to get laid tonight.”

They walked hand in hand approaching his friends, Elizabeth took a glass of champagne from the waiter passing by, she gulped it down . Leo smirked at her " You can't handle the crowd?", He teased. "Leo, not now please, I am not in the mood", she protested. " Do you want me to put you in the mood", he quirked his brow at her. "Fuck you Leo", "You are welcome buttercup", he winked. "Ciao ( hello)", one of his associates approached them. " Ciao(hello) Mr Carson", Leo reply curtly. Carson is an Italian mobster that one needs to be vary of. He can go to any length to get what he wants. He is one of the most powerful mobster so Leo needs to be on his good sides.