Del Cano Novels & Stories

It wasn’t long, she heard the sound of a car starting and then it was gone, meaning she was alone in the house. She searched around with her eyes, there was nothing in the room, absolutely nothing that one can use as a weapon, the man was being careful as hell, she wondered what his name was, he probably would be answering a name that match his reputation, just like El Diablo. If he is answering that and from his tone of Spanish, she guessed he must be from Colombia, he didn’t really look like them but his Spanish can’t be something he learnt, it must be his mother’s tongue.

When his sapphire cat-like eyes meet mine, I fidget uncomfortably. He grips the armrest tighter and forces a smile. “ Samantha, clear your thoughts,” He orders through gritted teeth, and I blush hard. How did he know my mind was in the gutter? “ My thoughts are clear!” I quickly defend myself. “ Okay, little liar,” Santino replies, sounding irritated. While Maximo on the other hand only chuckles and his chest moves at the action grabbing my attention once more. “ Where is Diego? I am sick and tired of waiting. I am his fucking boss, and he dares to make me wait?” Maximo asks, his tone a deeper and sharper.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

I felt weird interrupting Lan, so I went back out to Mariano. "Landon is…busy, and I can’t find Fell." I told him. "Come," He said, "I'll take you home." Might as well go with him. I was tired and my head was spinning. I nodded. "Thank you." We sat in his card in an awkward silence. I looked out the window, counting the cars that passed us. Mariano was doing something on his phone. Everything was dark, so the light from the phone illuminated his face brightly. He was so pretty. He had the longest lashes. God, I hate when men have long lashes, and I’m stuck here buying falsies. He had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones. Very pretty, well sculpted, like a statue. He had a beard, so that was pre

About the Author Aura Ruedas Jacinto goes by the pen name, Aura. She is from Toril, Davao City, Philippines and was born in Cotabato. She received her nursing degree from Davao Doctors College in 2009. Last 2019, she was chosen as one of Wattpad’s stars. Right now, she has stories under paid program from different online platforms and is functioning as a freelance editor. She is a nature and animal advocate. An otaku and a sucker of dark fantasy and supernatural tales, she sometimes get bold; probably the reason why she made it to writing.

"Because I won’t take it easy on you." The crowd erupts into cheers, chanting Anna’s name, their excitement vibrating through the air. Bets are being placed—everyone expects Anna to win. To them, I’m just a human, a nobody. Delilah steps forward, raising her voice over the crowd. "This is a fight-to-the-death match!" The moment she says it, Anna lunges.

Diego’s POV The light from my laptop screen bathed my cluttered desk in a ghostly glow. I leaned forward, eyes skimming over the records I’d assembled over the past few days. Every bit of information I found led to something deeper, something darker than I’d thought. I thought I was on the verge of revealing Dominic for the criminal genius he was. But when I dug deeper, something else bubbled to the top. The name DeLuca. I froze. Pedro DeLuca was no petty mafia boss. He was a living legend in Rome, a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened of criminals.

We rolled in at twilight, sun bleeding behind the mountains, dust devils dancing. Twenty Sinaloa soldiers in tan armor, AKs loose, skull paint on their faces. Three black Suburbans idling behind them. Their boss stepped out last: Mateo “El Santo” Valdez—6’5”, 280 pounds of muscle and money, gold-plated Desert Eagle on his hip, white guayabera open, Santa Muerte inked huge across his chest. Smile like a shark on two legs. He opened his arms. “Riven Kane. La Reina Fantasma.