Christopher Berrios の小説・ストーリー

“What are you on about? I didn’t bribe you. Sure, I might’ve thought about using my influence to get my way. But let’s be real, you’re not your dad. You’re not even good at negotiating for yourself.” She smirked, and honestly, if it wasn’t so damn attractive, it would be pretty unsettling how twisted that made her look. “Nice to see you noticed my assets. As if that makes me any less like my father. And that’s not the point. You threatened to kill him when I turned you down the first time.” She tilted her head at him, and Rex let out a whimper. Prieto was still there, but all weapons were out of sight. Great. “Prieto, does she really need him? Her dad wouldn’t sell to this guy, and his fathe

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”