Coco Hector Rivera Novels & Stories

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

’ Pete noticed her frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “What was the name of the guy, the drug dealer or whatever he is who put a price on the Reiver’s head?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Harris, Gordon Harris, why?” “There was a victim of the massacre called Paul Harris, his DNA profile is here, I tested it myself. Maybe they are related?” she looked at Pete questioningly.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

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

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

Theo sits behind the desk and Charlotte decided to wait till he relaxes to strike up the conversation. “Here!” Theo hands a file over to her. “This has information about the Head- Coordinator. You are our Luna and hence you’ll need to know about the higher-ranking people in the werewolf world as well as the territories of other packs. I think today is the perfect day to start your training.” Theo starts talking in his usual animated way and she feels relieved momentarily. However, she has a feeling he is doing this to get away from the questions he knows she is going to ask.

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

My stomach drops. He’s older now. Leaner. But the smirk is the same. Hector Varela. One of Burke’s old allies. I remember him laughing while girls were auctioned off in Miami five years ago. One of the first times I saw how vile this world could be. And he’s heading straight for us. I feel Hale tense beside me. He’s seen him too. Varela’s grin is oily as he stops a few paces away. “Mateo Santiago,” he says, voice like poison honey. “I thought you were done with these kinds of events.”