Cruz Ramirez Human Novels & Stories

~Felix~ "Hey, boss!" Ramirez called as he walked through the door, his hair disheveled, his lips swollen, his tie half way opened and his perfectly crisped white shirt was creased up. It didn't take a genius to figure out where he was coming from. He had been away to Italy to supervise the shipments for the past few days and I'm on sure he crashed at his favorite night bar last night. I scoffed and stilled my gaze at the fucking books on my desk which I wasn't even reading.

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He grinned slyly at me before turning on his heel. “Have a good day Mr Cruz.” He waved me off as he left the apartment. I didn’t remember giving him my surname, very few people knew it. I wondered how much he had told Emiliana. It worried me excruciatingly how much she did and didn’t know. Luciano’s words stung, like a needle stabbing my skin. The man had gotten under it, I wasn’t going to deny it. His words slithered through my veins, searching for my vulnerabilities and feasting on my insecurities. He was right. I didn’t deserve someone like Emiliana. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still do my job and keep her safe.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Ramirez addressed them, not just with his voice but with the voice of his inner wolf. I could sense his anger; he wasn't yet calm, and his body still burned with intensity. He looked back at me and pulled me closer. "This woman here saved us. She's my Luna, your Luna, and your queen. She's your savior today, even though she couldn't save everyone, and you will show her respect! Is that understood!" Ramirez's wolf began to emerge, his bones cracking, yet he refused to let go of my hand. I tried to ensure he didn't fully transform to avoid frightening the pack.

“Yes. Make sure the press knows Elena Maxwell is officially in play.” As Cruz nodded and gathered the papers, the door behind him opened without a knock. Ryan. He walked in like he owned the air in the room. Black coat still on, shirt open at the collar, hair slightly tousled like he’d just come from war or sleep.. knowing him, probably both. He gave Cruz a nod. “You’re good?” Cruz didn’t hesitate. “Yes, sir.” He turned to me. “I’ll update you when it’s sent.” He slipped out quietly.

his deep voice called from his office, sharp as a whip. I groaned under my breath, earning a sympathetic pat on the arm from Clara. “Go,” she whispered. “Face your dragon.” So I squared my shoulders and marched in, notebook in hand. “Yes, Mr. Cruz?” He didn’t glance up from his laptop. “Schedule my lunch meeting with Mr. Ramirez for noon. Reschedule the investor call to tomorrow. And cancel my dinner with…” His voice trailed off, and he finally looked at me. “…actually, leave that one.”

What he saw was his favorite second in command, Ramirez the person who helped him on his crazy journey. "Ramirez!? How did you get here? " He asked Ramirez, and the young man smiled pointing out his arms. "I know things Captain, I've been on living on West for 1 year as a spy, I've undercover dungeons as a rare guard and of course I also know how to remove that chain on you." He smiled making Cortez smile paler, this is of course Ramirez knew how to make people laugh snd Cortez seem to have been filled with hope to escape.

Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring. Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long? "Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his angular face and with traits that could only be Latin. And the bastard didn't help at all by wearing bandanas on his forehead and keeping his hair up to his shoulders attached to a rubber band. "They will

“Seriously. He was a wreck.” “He was a wreck?” a ghost of a smile pulled Mina’s lips. “A veritable wreck,” Presley nodded. “Cruz told me last night when he came in how Rami was talking about flying back to Russia and asking his cousin to simply shoot him in the balls because if you couldn’t see yourself having a future with him, he’d never use his dick again. Commented something about being a eunuch and Cruz found it hilarious.” “What is a eunuch?” Mina frowned. “I do not know this word.”