Cruz Ramirez Cars On The Road Mga Nobela at Kwento

I need to fix things between Hope and me, and then I'll make it right with Cara. CONVENIENCE STORE / CARA'S POV I miss that damn guy. I wanted to talk to him, but my ego was preventing me. I'm glad he helped us today tho. I went to my mom's eatery to deliver her request for smores brownies before I went here to the convenience store. I put the smores brownies in front of the counter for a free taste, and on the other side were the cookies for sale. I am still so thankful for the owner to let me do this. It helped us a lot to be known in the city since different people from the other cities are going here to buy this. Whenever they said that they came from a different city, I always told them

She climbed into car, patting Ramirez on the shoulder before smiling at Rita. "Let's hit the road baby", Theresa whooped. She was always the crazy type, taking dates no one ever dreamed of doing. As Rita drove towards the first address, she wondered what they would find. She could have her hopes dashed again if mission failed. "Have you ever seen this people ma'am?", Ramirez asked. "No, this is my first time. I'm sure, since you were a bit closer to Rodrigo, you should know a bit about his friends", Rita said.

"Send him in." The heavy wooden doors opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man walked into the room. He wore a dark tactical jacket over a black shirt and moved without making a sound on the rug. He had dark skin, a heavy jaw, and a long white scar running from his eyebrow down across his cheek. "This is Cruz," Carmela said. "He managed security for cartel operations in Guadalajara before I brought him here six years ago. He knows what he's doing." Cruz didn't say hello. He walked up to the desk, his hands resting naturally near his belt line. He looked me up and down, taking in my bloodshot eyes, my pale face, and my trembling fingers. His expression stayed completely blank.

she declared. "You drove?" Vanessa asked, alarmed. Mikhail scoffed. "She insisted." He said earning a glare from Rooh. "I drive perfectly well. So shut up you old man." Rooh said defensively. Cristina laughed softly. "She overtook three trucks on a mountain road." She narrated. "Efficiency." Rooh replied in a proud tone. Alejandro chuckled quietly. Meanwhile Sariya leaned closer to Agustín, studying his face. "You look less grumpy than last year." she observed.

It was when Lorenzo from the back was frowning, as if he wanted to tell something from me yet he remained silent. We were using one SUV. Zamir stated that it was bulletproof. Fortunately, all his cars are bulletproof and that man was indeed a billionaire. He has a bunch of cars in Italy and knowing he had more collections here made my jaw drop, not to mention almost all are bulletproof which is hard to find and too pricey for a mere businessman. But knowing Zamir… a billion dollars would be a penny for him. If I know, he had more than that. We're not yet at the halfway point of our trip back to Chicago when I already received a text message from Zamir. Thirty minutes just passed and yet he's

Cassidy was more surgical, breaking down her rifle with practiced ease and sliding the components into a nondescript guitar case. "Kira, get in," Dante said, gesturing toward the sleek, dark sedan Reyes had procured. I climbed into the back seat, sliding across the leather. Dante followed, his presence a heavy, warm weight beside me. Reyes sat in the driver's seat, adjusted his rearview mirror, and watched as Cassidy and Sage finished loading the trunk before they climbed into the front and back of the second vehicle. As Reyes pulled the car out of the alley and into the fractured streets of the Crane District, he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

Ram cut her off. Lexie couldn’t protest as he grabbed her hand again and helped her into the car. She could only glance back at her cousin, who smirked at her. Inside the car, Ram remained silent. The only sound Lexie could hear was his heavy breathing. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought as he focused intently on the road. She thought Manong Roberto would be the one driving them home, but then Lexie realized Ram must have sent him off in another car. “A-are you m-mad?” Lexie stammered, biting her lip when he still didn’t answer even after a few minutes.

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

So, I decided to head toward my office building instead. At a red light, the Ram is right behind me. I put my car in park and jump out and head towards the truck. The ram takes off and drives around me and through the red light barely missing several cars. I climb back into my car and wait for the light to change and begin heading for home.

River's bike roared to life a moment later and we were on our way. Cruz was already waiting in the front of the Compound in his sports car. I smiled, knowing he must have been in the mood to go for a drive, too. Oftentimes, he opted to take his pickup truck. But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine.