Don't Call My Name Alejandro 소설 & 이야기

' he asked me. I turn to the bartender 'Can I get a spicy candy' I yell 'and for you' the bartender asked alejandro 'I'll get a bourbon neat' Alejandro said. 'I'll do the same under his tab too' said JC. I turn to look at JC glaring at him 'What are you doing here?' I asked 'Just getting a drink hanging with my friends and whose this?'He asked Alejandro ' My names Alejandro and you?' alejandro asked. 'Mine is Juan Carlos Lascuran' He said to alejandro.

Fortunately, the intruder opens and it looks at me. What do you want? He says to me and I would have been intimidated but I have come too far to be intimidated by one man. “I want to see him.” I say and looks at me. Who? He asks and I roll my eyes at her. Alejandro. I say and he scoffs. “He is called, Alpha Alejandro.” And the next time you fail to put it like that, I will kick the hell out of your face. He says. “Whatever.” I reply because I know that are fact he will not lay a hand on me because his Alpha will break his arm.

A gasped breath leaves me and my body freezes on the spot. “Alejandro. . .”

At least, I now knew a thing that Alejandro supposedly liked. “Want a chip?” I pushed the bowl towards him but he immediately shook his head. “Sorry…I’m not allowed to snack on duty” I huffed. “Suit yourself” I pulled the bowl closer to me and took a chip. For the next few minutes, Miguel gave me information about Alejandro. Some of them were helpful, lots of them weren’t but it was totally better than not knowing anything. A call from the kitchen’s landline interrupted our conversation. “That must be Don Alejandro” he rushed over to pick the call.

So I stand beside Isabelle talking shit about people for most of the night, looking at my phone every five minutes waiting for Daniel to answer my text asking how everyone is doing. "Don't think about us. Enjoy your weekend off," he replies and I roll my eyes. Dramatic Alpha. "Do you think Alessandro comes to this place?" Andy asks me out of the blue and I frown. Alessandro Ramos is the clan’s judge, he isn't that old physically, but he definitely has an old soul. I can't imagine him anywhere having fun and dancing, being loose and free. I picture him alone in some gentleman's club drinking liquor boringly or something like that. Sometimes I think he even sleeps in a full suit, like a robot.

I turned and walked back to her bedside. “Oh—Elena’s sponsor,” she said with a small, tired smile. “Elena and Mariana just left a while ago,” she said softly. I nodded — I’d seen them leave not too long ago. “What’s your name, and what do you do?” she asked. I let out a slow breath, then answered, “Alejandro. I own an empire.” Her brows pulled together, confusion flickering across her face. She parted her lips, ready to say something else, but I spoke first.

I say taking a step away from the tree. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before. Are you new?” He asks. “Yes Alpha. I will be working in the coffee shop. My name is Lily.” I keep my eyes on his feet. “Nice to meet you. My name is Theo.” He takes a step towards me. I feel panic in my heart. “I’m sorry Alpha, I don’t mean to take up your time. I should be getting back.” I turn to leave. “No wait a minute.” He says.

Something about this woman felt… familiar. "My name…" The woman paused, then spoke again. "Seraphina." Aria's breath caught. She had heard that name before. "Seraphina…" she whispered. "You are—" But before she could finish, the world trembled. And suddenly, she was back. She stumbled backward, finding herself once again in the underground temple. Rael gripped her shoulders. "What happened? You just collapsed!" Aria touched her head, still reeling. "I… I saw someone."

Alora I grab his arm, “The same as before, we don’t alert him, as he isn’t the only one. He doesn’t know you heard, so is there a way to pull him away without alerting him to what you heard? We can rip him apart after we get all of his buddies with him.” I saw him grit his teeth, and he turned to look at me so no one would see Siril surging in his eyes.

“You are mine, Fuoco Mio.” For a second, the room went quiet. Alejandro’s arms were still around me, his breath warm against the bite he’d left on my neck. The sting pulsed faintly with every beat of my heart, a sharp reminder of just how far the Don of the Cortes empire had crossed the line.