Carlos And Mal Novels & Stories

‘Right now, I know why you’re fucking thinking with your other fucking head, cabrón,’ I growl at him. Jose jerks back and Marie looks at him with a sly smile. ‘We’re talking about me here. Help me!’ Carlos almost whines like a child. I glare at him. ‘What are we, fucking teens that I need to get you a woman?’ I growl. But this is Carlos, the good boy who dared not just get with a woman for sex… yet he somehow likes the emotionless Rhea… ‘What is Carlos asking of you?’ Kataleya asks, amusement clear in her voice.

I say. "I will go and get them. I believe that they will be relieved that you are at least able to hear them out. I don't know what they plan to do about Mary, but I believe they have a plan. You know, Donna and Donna Bellini will not do anything to put your life or the life of our Donna in danger, Don Angelo," Carlos says. I look at Carlos, I hope he is not in love with Mary. I do not believe Carlos will fall for somebody like her. However, it seems like he is feeling sorry for her. Carlos is a good guy. He has a good heart, and he knows when people are good and when people cannot be saved. He did not beg for Tommy. However, he did put in a good word for Mary, but I also believe that Mary c

Shandra turned her head and saw Carlos who came looking at her. "Do you know about them?" asked Shandra, pointing toward the door. Carlos sighed, didn't know what to say because Shandra would be furious. "Carlos, tell me!" cried Shandra angrily. "Shandra...they, they just want to do what they're supposed to do like they normally do...You know for yourself that they loved each other before," Carlos said, finally being honest. Shandra immediately became emotional and immediately entered the room. Carlos immediately followed her until they arrived in the room and surprised Oskar and Elena who were chatting with Elena who was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Oskar's shoulder.

Carlos looked back at Diego, a satisfying, big smile played on his lips, “And that someone isn’t you.” His eyes moved between Esperenza and Diego and then he smirked at Diego, “You’ve known her what… a few months?” He leaned closer and whispered, “I lived with her for years.” The cameras flashed even harder. Mics came forward aggressively, but Diego’s men held them back. Every reporter in the room was hanging on the silence between the two men. Waiting them to spit out more secrets of their messy lives. “You don’t know her fears,” Carlos lowered his voice slightly. “You don’t know her weaknesses. You don’t even know how easily she breaks.”

The door swung open to reveal Lancaster, a wide, triumphant grin splitting his face. “Hey, man,” Lancaster said, the picture of relief and excitement. “Were you able to switch it?” Carlos didn’t move. He didn’t smile back. His expression remained carved from stone. Without a word, he shoved past Lancaster, forcing his way into the house. The smile vanished from Lancaster’s face, replaced by bewildered confusion. “Did something go wrong?” Carlos turned slowly to face him, his eyes burning with cold fury. “We need to talk.”

Pete’s breath caught. Carlos stepped forward, inching into Paul’s face. “You think you can walk around like nothing happened? Like no one knows? Come on, Paul. Everyone loves the golden boy twins. Perfect, inseparable, shiny. But if people knew what you really were…” “Say it,” Paul cut in. Carlos blinked. Paul’s jaw clenched. “Say what you think we are.” Carlos smirked, testing him. “Disgusting.” Paul didn’t punch him. But the stillness in him cracked in the silence. Then he stepped closer, chest nearly touching Carlos’s.

Before I could respond, Esme and Mila, who had been at war just moments ago, completely forgot their argument and rushed to Carlos’s side instantly. “Mommy, see!” Esme exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve excitedly. “Brother Carlos is looking so dashing!” Mila nodded eagerly for the first time all day without arguing. “I like Brother Carlos’s suit,” she added seriously. “I will wear white.” Esme gasped. “Me too!” However, Carlos stepped back suddenly. His eyes widened in pure panic. “I’m sorry, my lady!” He blurted out, pulling his arm away as if he had done something terribly wrong.

"And Manuel, why did you let this old hag into the mansion? Don't you know that he has been blacklisted?!?" "You don't know shit, perra. Why don't you just stay out of this? I am not leaving until I see your boss, and I don't care if he is dead, I need my goddamn money!" Carlos continued to rant, pacing in front of the couch, his two henchmen relaxing on it, their legs crossed, cigarettes hanging from their lips, a clear sign of disrespect. Manuel, in his black suit, seemed out of his depth, attempting to soothe Carlos, but his words came off as weak and forced.

Damn. "Hello." I turned my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes met with that of a very dark one, his stare making me feel intimidated. "You made a wise choice." He suddenly let out. "E-excuse me?" I asked him. "You didn't answer the queen, when she called you a bitch." "Queen?" "Yes, that was Malia Frenzo- a Mafia Queen you definitely don't want to mess with." "B-but she's too young." "What can we do about it?" He asked with a sigh. I didn't know the answer to give him. He smiled. "I'm Carlos...Follow me, I believe we have something to discuss."

Susan suddenly let out a bitter laugh, her eyes sheening with unshed tears. “You have to believe me, Miss Carla. Master Carlos isn’t who you think he is. He isn’t the man you fell in love with. He is one dangerous man – one who didn’t hesitate to kill his lover and her unborn child!!” she yelled, getting up on her feet in frustration.