Novel & Cerita Chili And Bandit

“I only need you to lend me one chip.” Don asked, “How much?” I smiled faintly. “Just… one dollar.” I immediately felt every gaze in the casino snap toward me at once. Alessandro Moretti looked at me for a long moment. “As you wish.” The casino doors opened. Four bodyguards walked in. One of them carried a single one-dollar chip in his hand. Lucien looked at the chip and burst out laughing. I reached out and took it. But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand.

Cassy said through gritted teeth “ you didn’t bother helping right I shouldn’t have asked you to go freshen up “ Cassy murmured “ wow looks delicious “ Fred complimented when he saw how Cassy decorated the chilaquiles The tortilla chips was soaked in a red sauce then topped with shredded chicken,chorizo,beef and scrambled egg with the cheese , coriander and sliced onions surrounding it “ I can’t wait to taste it “ Fred said salivating “ you didn’t bother to help me after freshening up “ Cassy complained pouting her lips “Sorry I just wanted you to be the only one that will prepare the meal because you haven’t prepared any meal for me ever since I got to know you “ Fred explained taking his s

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

Oh, she just asked for this. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t know what your damn problem is, but you need to calm down. Don’t provoke me to say something that your low IQ couldn’t handle. You want to hear the fucking truth, right? Fine. I poured chilies in that satin soup. Why? Because I want to kill Valentine. I wanted him to die by choking on his breaths. I wanted to kill him using fucking chili saving the trouble for maids to wipe his blood off floor and carpet. Why use a gun when a tiny green shit can wipe his demonic existence. Why waste a bullet when that chili can explode his damn throat? Think about how powerful chili is then a stupid gun or bomb. Moreover, it would have brought great pri

Emily's POV The music swirled around us, the singer hitting a high, thrilling note that sent the crowd into a roar of excitement. I walked over to Nathan’s table, holding my creation—a chili hot dog. The soft, crusted bread cradled a lavishly seasoned sausage, topped with green bell peppers, scallions, crunchy radishes, spicy jalapeño slices, and finished off with a generous drizzle of my special sauce and melting cheese.

It was rush hour. Elias' car glided smoothly through the streets, while Cheryl seemed lost in thought, her gaze unfocused. After about half an hour, he finally broke the silence. "The place is tucked away in an old alley. We'll need to make two more turns." Cheryl nodded before he continued, "The owner's from Tamaria. They make their own beef tallow for the stew base, and the chili peppers are all handpicked. You sure you want it molten-level spicy?"

He mumbled, trying to sound as nonchalant and unfazed as possible, but it almost felt as though Natalia could see through his guard. Though, she didn’t. She only hummed, still in uncertainty of what had just happened with Lucifer. “Well, I heard from Chico.” She sighed. clasping her hands together, her eyes focusing straight on a lazy-looking Lucifer. Chico was one of Natalia's friend—a very helpful connection at that. He worked by the Mexican border, where shipments usually came through, and helped most of the dealers including Lucifer, smuggle in the drugs without raising an alarm. “And what happened?”

he chipped in. I gulped at the threat. There was a pause. Then Duke started to laugh. It was a short, quiet laugh. The kind that meant that he had found something to be genuinely stupid. My brows rose. I was sitting in a cold warehouse with my hands tied tight and he was laughing? What exactly was hilarious? My life was in danger here. Petra let out a sound inside me that was not quite a whimper and not quite a growl. Just something in between that had no name in particular.

I’m starving. The first bite has kick. With my heritage it’s not hard to eat the spicy chili. It surprises me that the lily-ass gringos can handle it. “Fucking bullshit is what this is,” one of the men shouts. He comes out of his chair and shoves it back so hard, it tumbles across the floor.