Carrero Novels & Stories

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

It feels like I’ve already been erased. I close my eyes, but all I see is her. Sareena: beautiful, effortless, and always the chosen one. She’ll marry Matteo Cattaneo, the future Capo of the Camorra. He’ll protect her, cherish her, and even burn the world for her. Whe won’t even know what it cost

I knew that mark. “M****a,” Gael muttered under his breath. “That’s Ortega’s symbol. The Carrillo crew.” The Carrillo cartel. Years ago, they’d borrowed heavily from us during a territory war. When they couldn’t repay, I made an example of them. Organs harvested, sold on the black market. Their leader’s brother was one of the first. The message had been clear: you cross the Santoros, you pay in pieces. They had been quiet for years.

Amanda wondered. Finally the noise stopped and what came next was the creaking sound of the door being opened, Amanda turned around to see who had entered, her eyes widened when she saw it was Don Torento, she looked back at Jerry who was groaning at the injuries from the beatens he had received. Torento looked down at her from the top of the stairs, two of his men were behind him. One of them had lost an eye, Amanda gulped as she saw his expressionless face, looking down at her with his only good eye.

"It's great to be able to smell Loui's scent again. You... You can never feel it, can you, Malia Hale?" whispered Irina Provocative. The Skarsgard girl immediately straightened herself when she felt the arrival of the eldest Argent's figure. In the next split second, a baritone voice belonging to someone she knew very well interrupted with a high intonation as he mention of her name. "Oh? Hi, honey!" Irina turned her head to the right, looking at the owner of 180 centimeters tall, who at that time was cupping Hale Girl's shoulder with his thick and veined hands.

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

"Maria Labintino, right? You are also close friends with the victims, am I right?" Maria looked at him uninterested. "I don't know, maybe, maybe not," she answered, shoving her hand in the air. Mike ignored her and continued questioning the two suspects. "Carlito Alfonso II, ex-military, and also close friends with the victims. Lastly, Shane Rivara, married but left when your husband cheated and you're now living independently," he said and raised his gaze on the last possible suspect, Ameira. "As I replied earlier, I have nothing to do with them all—especially the victims so I have nothing to answer with all your questions," she coldly told Mike.

Our partners arrive at that moment. “Well hot damn, I might request more morning meetings if this is what awaits us.” Fernando comments. “Fuck off Fernando, this will not happen again.” Kylynn growls. “Someone is grumpy this morning.” Lorenzo says. I grab Kylynn’s arm before she can pounce on him. Fernando, Lorenzo, Cristiano, Julio, and Vance are our business partners in Spain. They are here to see if we will partner with them. They want to add energy bars and other snacks to the Olympus line. I think it is great, but I know that Tianya and Kylynn like all-natural snacks. They tend to make their own snacks. They have combined Paleo and Keto and stuck with them since we were 16. I

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

Raúl — The one who said: Defender, sensation of Real Desportivo de Madrid, celebrates his call up very well! But what is she talking about? Did someone publish an article about yesterday? But how did this happen? — Cariño... I think I know what you're talking about, but it was all a misunderstanding, and... — You mean it was a misunderstanding? You told your little friend about the reason for our disagreement... Was that a misunderstanding? — Like this?