Dj Octavio Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Are you calling me for lunch?” “Yes!” Jackson twirled the pen in his hand and smiled. “I'm going on a trip after lunch.” “A trip? What do you mean?” Mattew raised his eyebrows and asked. “I'm leaving for Canada this afternoon, so let's meet for lunch!” Jackson said. “What are you going to do in Canada?” Matthew was silent for a few seconds. “You're not going after those people, are you?” Octavio Meireles had been arrested here in Brazil, and the news must have reached Canada. Octavio was an important figure in drug trafficking, so they were going to take action. Even if they didn't do it now, it didn't mean they wouldn't in the future.

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

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.

he couldn’t do that alone and even if he had help, he couldn’t do it either. As of now, the head of the family, Bellamy Donquite was still unconscious and hanging between life and death. “Oh, really? then I guess I won’t bother you anymore. But later, your family will enjoy the video a lot, it’s even in HD! Don’t you think I’m being nice to you?” Joshua grinned. “Fuck you!” Doflamingo was shaking with anger. he jumped up and tried to punch Joshua, but Joshua wasn’t going to just stand there and allow him to do so.

"Who the fuck was it?!" No one answered him. They were too scared to even pronounce a single name. "D..." one of them, Adon, spoke "D, we don't know who it was." His name was Dario Espinosa. Famous for his products, illegal businesses, and well, his face. The headache that was starting to form in his head doubled. Theses idiots didn't do the job properly and had someone to witness, and they don't even know who the fuck it was. "Then fucking find them." Dario answered, his eyes burning while he looked at them "And this will be the last time... the last fucking time that you mess up, Adon. There won't be a next chance for you."

he said, his voice steady, though the words felt like they might falter. Silvio turned slowly, his sharp blue eyes locking unto Damian’s. He stubbed out his cigarette on a small dish beside him "What have you found?" Damian walked forward and handed him the envelope "She isn't Rosa, Don. She's Jia Ottavio, married to Enzo Ottavio" Silvio's jaw clenched, his hand curled into a fist, but his expression remained cool, almost detached. He opened the envelope and scanned the papers quickly. Damian's voice cut through the silence again.

Standfast was being a DJ for the night, expertly controlling some energetic blend of music. Words of praise and suggestions hit Donovan from every corner. His friends were a mix of some frat and non frat members. "Latest husband to be!" "Greatest P.O!" "Make your choice!" "Show us your prowess!" their voices urged, their fervour an intoxicating elixir fuelling his every move. His gaze glided over the trio, their hypnotic allure tempting him to succumb to the pleasures of the evening. But as he made his selection and the room erupted into a cacophony of approval, all he could discern was Boma, her exquisite grace eclipsing the extravagant display before him.

Octavio, point out the cause. “Where is Savannah?” Sheila replied, greeting her teeth. Octavio furrowed his brows and acted innocently. “What? How would I know? I was not even here.” “Where were you?” Jasper questioned. Octavio ignored his question and looked at his old school friend, Amor. “I hope you remember me.” Amor asserted if rage could burn someone, Amor had already gifted a death wish to Octavio. “I remember you, Amor. How can I forget you?” Octavio emitted the same heat of fury?

Matteo pulled out a file from his briefcase and flipped through it “I did my own digging after your disaster of a deal. I mean, with the time you've been in this business and considering the kind of people that groomed you, the stuff you were exposed to growing up, one would think you'd close such deals with ease on your own turf. But well, it turned out to be quite the opposite and that's really unfortunate. I'd be too kind to call you a disappointment. My contacts made some findings and if they should be accurate,” he dropped a photograph before Octavio “This should be your man Victor." Octavio’s eyes went wide and white. He demonstrated as if he was strangling some invincible object and c