Carrero Novels & Stories

“Sh*t! He’s chasing me again. F-Faster Ferran!” “Who’s that?” He looked at the side mirror of his pickup and saw a greenish car behind. He can’t see the driver because of the headlights. “Harvey, the guy with a tribal tattoo.” She answered immediately. “BCO consists of businessmen with illegal t-transactions... Mr. Richard---f*ck!” Another bullet wound at her back. “Sh*t Thalia!” Ferran panicked. Ferran exchanged bullets with the car behind them while he was driving his pickup.

I am calm enough to look at the number and see that it is unknown and local. “Hello?” I put the cellphone between my ear and shoulder and continue my dig for the perfect outfit. “Selena Garcia?” asks the male voice with a Spanish accent. “Yes, it's her.” I frown. “My name is Carlo Coroni, Chief Director of the local newspaper Ciário Barcelona.” I lurch upright, and my phone almost falls before I catch it with one hand. Mr. Coroni is still talking. “You sent us your resume yesterday afternoon, am I right?” he is asking.

Ciro said with determination on his face. **************************** Carl was seated comfortably in his office going through the series of paperwork on his table, when he got an unannounced call from an unknown contact. "Who is this" He asked before the caller could speak "Greetings Mr. Carl, my name is Alvaro Sanchez, leader of the SNAKE EYE cartel" The caller introduced himself. "Yeah, how may I be of help?" "Apparently, I serve as the representative of the underworld cartels" Carl was confused for a minute. He wasn't sure he had heard of such name before.

I can't be the only one suffering at the moment. "Samantha, we are not going over this again. You are marrying him and that's final." Him being Lucenzo Carrero, one of the most powerful and deadliest men in Italy and the second son of the largest crime family in Italy. His family has connections all over the world. Carrero rules in the United States and several South American countries. His family is power and their second son happens to be my fiancee. Rumours have it that Lucenzo left his family's cartel and has carved out a path of his own, but even if there's an inkling of truth to that, it still doesn't change the fact that

Camila looked angry at her indifference. She continued as if nothing had happened on her face, "Carolina is the daughter of the Godoy family, She and Sebastian were childhood sweethearts.They were practically inseparable.I heard she’d been coming back from London soon.So Professor Aguero,it seems your days with my brother might be numbered.” Andrea raised her eyes, no emotions could be seen on her face, her red lips slightly opened, "Oh,Okay.Thank you for sharing that piece of information.It was very useful.”She said,sarcastically.

I asked, frowning in confusion. “This is not good” was all Alessandro responded as he parked his car in the nearest parking. He got out of the car and waited for the woman to get out before he went to grab her collar; however, the woman growled, baring her canines, and I couldn’t help but recognize her. Nicolas…

Twenty-eight -Jenna- I'm being carried off by Alcander, like how he carried me off his land. Okay. This is what happen. Alcander charged at him with his men, and went to attack Kalmin and his men. Kalmin barely had time to shift and jump up when Alcander did. They fought like savage animals. No one was giving up, Alcander charged at him with a plan. He went for the sides then his neck, then back to the legs, then his neck. Kalmin was just a attacking what ever he can reach. But in the end Alcander clamped down on his neck while Kalmin struggled to get out his hold. I didn't want to look at his life leave his eyes, so I went to find Helmer.

Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual. “There would be no better place than a private plane,” the Cartel said, looking at me. He raised an eyebrow, and Alessandro nodded at me to get up. “You wanted to tell me something?” “Yes, my wife,” he said, looking at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Valerie Morozov…”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.