Charles Montemayor Novels & Stories

Iggy sat down next to Olivia and she smiled, one that finally reached her eyes since lunch. “Alpha Bucho.” “Bucho? Manly, I like it.” She chuckled. “He refused to admit he was part of the cartel or the mafia but I’m pretty sure he was. He towered over me. A little taller than Desmond and more built than Derek. When I first met him, I was intimidated to say the least. It didn’t help I was at my normal 5’4” height with my running shoes.” “Dark, mysterious, mafia man. Good goddess. Did he have scars?”

I was thankful that things went the way they are. “You are okay, Aurora. They would pay for what just happened, and Mattia is dead. You just need to breathe, okay?” she told me, her tone assuring. I nodded, looking at the place where Leonardo and Mattia were. Dante had called men to come and take their bodies without getting the cops involved, using his power as the D’Angelo Capo. And now, all that was left was their blood which they were currently going to clean.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Montoya was looking out the window now, smiling "mayflower brings pilgrims. " It also came to Dr montoya the fishy look in philberts eyes before he left for work. She did not know why she had to think of that now, nor of her mother. He seemed to be talking to her as though he was scared she would find out something. Why hadn't he delivered Charles Roach intended message? Were the both of them still having that duel? Roach had been philberts best friend growing. Dr montoya's instinct were never wrong, and it told her that something, which she was unaware of, was going on around the conner, just dessame way phil tried to sneak alcohol breavages into the home with snd without her knowledge.

he said after a short pause, his voice tinged with something she couldn't name—grief, longing, or perhaps a mixture of both. "Yes." Carly was almost tempted to unleash the torrent of questions burning in her throat. Who are you? What are you doing here? What were you to my mother? But she stopped herself when she noticed the faint glimmer in his eyes, the hint of tears he quickly concealed by slipping on his sunglasses. "I'm Charles O'Marra," he said, extending his hand. "Monica used to be my executive assistant." "Carlotta. Carlotta Madrigal." "She... remarried?" His surprise was evident.

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

His eyes shimmer a little gold, and his natural colour, like he and his wolf are sharing control. “You are playing a dangerous game, princess. I only have so much self-control,” his husky voice rasps against the sounds of the water. His eyes are now completely gold, and the pet name he used lets me know it’s Ace in control right now, not Oliver. I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably. Between my nerves and the overwhelming bond, I feel like I’m losing my sanity.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.