Carlos X Jay Novels & Stories

Carlos suddenly reaches past me to lift a heavy equipment bag from the floor. "Careful,” he says. "I've got it,” I answer. "It's heavier than it looks." "I said I've got it." I try lifting it anyway. I barely move it. Carlos quietly takes it from my hands without making fun of me. "I wasn't trying to insult you." He places the bag onto a shelf before stepping back again. For another few minutes, we work in silence. Then the question slips out before I can stop it. "Did you know Jayden?"

Carlos pov **moaning*** ahh, fuck yess yesss daddy groaning,.... hmmm, yes, that's my bitch, hmmm I said I'm pure ecstasy who's p**** is this huh it's yours zaddy.... shitttt oh fuck kkkk yess ss sss ************************************************** that was quick said Isabella and you seemed distracted, is this about my sister again "NO!! ITS NOT" Geez Carlos I was just asking a question, no need to get all defensive Isabella Said her hands in the air

That's a boundary I'd rather not cross. Walking up the stairs and down the hall into the sitting room, I deposit the tray on the table, slip his card beneath it and leave. I'm still in the hallway when I see Javier walking towards me from the opposite direction. Carlos and a man i haven't seen before flanks him from behind. While Carlos’ large body swallows up the other man's form, they both have nothing on Javier. His six foot something self walks with so much poise, he could be a world class model if this cartel thing didn't work out for him. I'm not kidding.

Jax growls, pulling me in and planting a soft kiss on my lips. It’s too brief, and I’m about to pull him back in for another when my dad’s loud voice rings out, calling for quiet so he can begin his announcements. I begrudgingly leave Jax’s side to take my place at the front of the room with my family as Dad begins, keeping this speech short tonight. Before he calls for the run to start, though, he gestures to Jax. “We’ve got a guest with us tonight from the Westfield pack, Alpha Damien’s son,” Dad says, and I watch as many of our pack members look over at Jax curiously. “Please make him feel welcome.”

Carlos came over this time, he couldn’t care less about the matters of the Stoermers of Michigan. He beat and killed whoever in his way. No father could endure his most precious daughter to be bullied and had her face engraved with words! Zayn was there at the time as well. He wanted to fight back, but ended up getting knocked out by Carlos. Finally, he remembered what he was here for and asked, “I heard… that Master Rockefeller is saving Xyla, how is she now?”

He smiled. "Harrison. What a coincidence, dad was telling me to go for a Youth Summer Theme launch of Harrison lodges." Carlos laughed. "Oh yeah! We are launching that." He casually said. "Wait! No. It's not possible." Carlos panicked. "What's not possible?" I asked her. "Harrison Lodges and he is Reyansh Harrison." Carlos tried to make me understand. "Yes! I am their third generation." He chuckled. Everything started making sense. "Friends." He extended his hand towards us.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

“You throw away everything — decades of planning, blood, survival — for that maid?!” He didn’t even bother hiding the disgust as his glare shifted to the girl standing silently to the side. Bethany. She didn’t cower. But she didn’t smile either. She stood like a shadow — like she’d heard it all before. Carlos clenched his fists, his chest rising and falling. “I’m already sick of it, Father,” he said, breathless. “Of all of this. The power. The plotting. The hate.” Joaquin stepped forward. And when he spoke next, his voice wasn’t loud — it was lethal.

But I am having fun. I feel a set of hands land on my hips, and I turn around, smiling. “Hey,” I say as I look at my other cousin, Carlos. Carlos is Carina’s twin, but he was working and decided to meet us here. “Sis,” Carlos says, but as soon as she smiles, I feel Carlos being pulled away from me, and Jagger is slamming his fist against Carlos’s nose.