Cisco Ramon Comics Novels & Stories

**The Don's Suite** The Phoenix was busy working on his computer when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in!” he commanded. Rambo opened the door and stepped inside. “Master, this is the payment from the Blood moon Clan,” Rambo stated. “I hope everything went smoothly,” The Phoenix asked. “Yes, everything went well, but we did face some attacks from an unidentified motorcyclist,” Rambo responded. The Phoenix leaned back in his chair, his sharp mind processing the information. "An unidentified motorcyclist, huh? That's not good. Any idea who they are?"

Vernon closed the door and turned to the man. "Hello, Beta Ramon. We met again." He said with a sheepish grin. That man was the beta of the East Flow Pack. He frowned at Vernon, but when his eyes shifted to Ryan, he gulped. "Why are you h-here?" He could not help but stutter. Ryan put his hands inside his pockets and leaned on the wall close to a desk. "I thought of giving a warm welcome to my very old friend. But I was upset when I could not get him. By the way, where is he?"

They used separate vehicles, with Tuan Besar Bogie sharing one with Avicenna, while Sebastian rode with Jonathan and Tera. Sebastian had rejected Tera's wish to join the search for Nora, as he believed her presence would only be a distraction. But Tera was stubborn, and Sebastian couldn't argue further. Tera sat beside Sebastian, while Jonathan and Wilson sat in the front. "This Ramon is quite famous in the underground world of business," Jonathan murmured. "He employs any means necessary to achieve what he has now. As we know, the family's business has been declining. It's become more fragile and hard to sustain. So, there's no other way but for Ramon to latch onto a cartel and dive in hims

“Robert wasn’t my only family, you know.” Caine was not sure what exactly he was trying to say. “What do you mean?” he asked. Ramon leaned lightly against one of the posts of his tent, tapping his fingers against it. “Well,” he began as he wandered deep into thought. “We had a sister once.” He turned to look back at Caine, who, for a moment, thought he see a flickering sign of a soul beneath his predatory eyes. Caine raised his eyebrows. “Is that right?” he said with interest. “I didn’t know that.”

Tonight was no different. Ramos greeted me in his office, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was a tall man with slicked-back hair and a permanent smirk. A biker billionaire who liked to show off his wealth, but I knew him too well—behind that charm was blood and steel. “Hunter,” Ramos said, raising his glass. “You came quickly. I knew I could count on you.” I sat across from him, my body relaxed but my mind sharp. “You said you had a problem.”

he ordered Gamma Liam before stepping away. Gamma Liam rushed after him. They both left Daisy and me behind. I stood up from my seat and ambled toward Daisy who stood frozen at a spot. “I hope Gamma Liam didn't bother you much this time?” I casually tapped her arm. “Did I see right?” “What?” My eyes wandered, trying to figure out what she was referring to. “Alpha Leonardo dried your hair,” she brushed her eyelids, flickering them. “Why would he do that for you?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably, because he is….” My hand cupped my mouth as I whispered the word, “Bipolar.” A grin flashed on my face.

"Lancelot, you don't have to act like this. Can you recognize this piece of bamboo pipe? This was just found in your room. Yes, there are still some white powder left in it. I have already asked the physician to examine it. The white powder I found on the windowsill of my small courtyard is the same as of this scented incense. How do you explain this?" Lancelot looked up at the small bamboo tube in Carra's hand, and collapsed on the ground with a sad expression, regretting his life in his heart. He knew what he should have done before now. He should have thrown this bamboo tube away. He could only blame myself for being careless. It hadn't been long since he came to the castle, and he really

It’s one of the things I do best. Ramon Romero is all but dead. He only exists because I need information before I put him out of his misery. My leather-gloved hands and the lower half of my arms are covered in Ramon’s blood. He’s learning the hard way that you don’t fuck with Moon’s organization and especially not Moon’s wife. When you fuck with Moon, you get me. You don’t want me.

It's one of the things I do best. Ramon Romero is all but dead. He only exists because I need information before I put him out of his misery. My leather-gloved hands and the lower half of my arms are covered in Ramon's blood. He's learning the hard way that you don't fuck with Moon's organization and especially not Moon's wife. When you fuck with Moon, you get me. You don't want me.

Until when he opened a site—a familiar name of an application caught his attention. He is startled when a message popped out from the edge of his laptop's screen. Sam is a little bit nervous about opening it, but he desperately needs for money. The operation of his grandmother needs a considerable amount. His eyes are going to pop when an unknown sender messaged him. [Hello, Mr. Sam Ramos. This is the CEO of the newly announced CAM: The Hottest Streamer application. We are hoping to work with you—as we know that you are qualified. Reply to this message if you are interested.]