Dela Vega Series Novels & Stories

Moreover, war hammer was not the one responsible for his son's death. It was their leader, DelaMu Vega, aka Salesman Vega. Beemo minced no words as he came in at full speed with wind blades on his hands and charged Salesman Vega with his full force. The attack pushed Salesman Vega back a few hundred feet, and Beemo went after him with no hesitation. "You crazy bastard," Salesman Vega screamed in distress, "come let me take your head. I'll put it at the gate of the city as a warning to others." Salesman Vega distress because he was worried about DelaMe. He did not know how Xasha had killed DelaPo, but he was sure it was not a fluke. DelaPo was not someone that could be taken off guard.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama ONE VENDETTA Working for the CIA is really a tough job especially when you are an undercover agency. I've trained so well to be who I am today for years and it glad to know by I made it. I wish my parents were alive to see how I succeeded even though I got a lot of enemies after me and sometimes things get rough when I turn down bribe from those thug drug dealers.

(Marcuez Vega) Sensing something, Marcuez Vega doesn’t hides anything, in fact despite the ladies were all around Bang Dae Jung he slipped in and pulled out his revolver then stick it to Bang Dae Jung ribs, he then look Bang Dae Jung straight in the eyes and asked him for the truth. “Woah!..Vega…keep that shit away man…there’s ladies in the room…”. (Kent) “Vega, talk it out…don’t do that inside of the hospital…”. (Terry)

“Maybe you are wondering how and where I got the information about your sister’s pregnancy but that is not important. What is important is to discuss the welfare of the baby she is carrying.” “With all due respect, Mrs. Dela Vega,” replied Tri. “Why are you so interested in the child my sister is having?” “Sandro is my only grandson, the current heir to the Dela Vega Empire,” she explained simply. Tri knew the Dela Vega’s. He knew how rich they were. Their lineage was famous among their high-end clients. They were really known in the business world. The old woman spoke again, “The child your sister is carrying is my grandson’s only heir.”

The days in the DEA would have been long, that is how they stayed more than three months, enough time for David Del Valle's father to prepare everything to give a blow, he was like a retired boxer, he had no mobility, he did not have much speed, but it was certain that a single accurate blow would end with that organization of the parallels, which would have given him so many headaches. The new friend of Jeremias Lopez, knew how to get from him, the necessary information to know what path they would take, and how was the real plan of the Mexican, although he would have told him his story in codes, it was enough for him that besides being very smart he was very astute. After knowing the futur

Sergio was still screaming and shouting. “No, mama! Please, I am begging you! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!” Delina took this chance to grab her suitcase and open the door. She walked out without turning back to look at Sergio again. “Mama! Please don’t leave me! Mama!” *** “Sergio, Sergio, are you okay?” Sergio opened his eyes and saw Victoria standing in front of him with a worried expression. “Victoria?” He murmured her name before turning his head around to see the sunlight shining inside the room from the window.

The dead drop system Gina had built — a coded sequence embedded in a food delivery order placed through an app on the cover phone, the code folded into the order notes in a way that looked like dietary preferences to anyone reading it from the outside. Three sentences became five. In. Alliance formed. Rafael Vega — inside operative, two years, genuine. Sister named Carmen, three years deep, extraction requires preparation. James is comfortable — too comfortable. Need background on Vega before I go further. She sealed it. Placed the order. Lay back on the narrow bed. The building was quiet now — the particular quiet of an institution after lights-out, the breathing of a structure that housed

Maybe in my dreams. “Kind? Alejandro is kind?” I questioned in disgust as I nearly barfed out my guts. “Please talk about something true. This isn’t a two truths, one lie game” A light smile plastered on his face. “He is also very strict when it comes to rules” he said and I listened attentively. “He is a mafia Don as you already know and the leader of the Delgado clan, the number one powerful clan in Sicily. He has been the leader ever since his father died when he was sixteen” he added.

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

The convoy came to a stop beneath my window. I should have stepped away. Instead, I remained where I was, my fingers curled around the edge of the curtain as I watched him walk towards the mansion. Damiano trailed behind him with a phone pressed to his ear, already speaking in clipped, efficient sentences. Even after everything that had happened, work hadn't stopped, nor had the De Luca empire. Relief settled in my chest before I could stop it. I hated that. He looked exhausted.