Down And Dirty Mari Carr Novels & Stories

I still haven't been able to get the image of his dick off my mind. Even while shopping with Mira, I still don't know where she got her energy from. I thought she would still be hungover from the drinks she took last night, but she proved me wrong. I'm tired. Shopping should be every girl's favorite thing to do, but when it comes to Mira, that's a deadly obsession, and it should be banned. We have been moving around the mall for over three hours. I'm exhausted already, but for her, that's nothing to write home about. I'm famished, and I need some rest. My feet are killing me.

“Nothing overt. But her attendance was logged. More interesting is Ethan, the owner.” Marvin paused. “Go on.” “Severe cocaine habit. Regular use. Escalating. He’s involved with the barmaid, Remy. And his lawyer.” Marvin lifted an eyebrow. “His lawyer?” “Yes. Vincent Brock. Top tier. Married. Three children.” “Hmm.” Marvin leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Interesting.” Dirty Angels was more rotten than it appeared. “And Marisol?” Marvin pressed. “Protected. Closely. Lorenzo Rossi is rarely more than a few steps away.”

“But I returned as I had left some papers here, not that it would be any of your business. That aside, Alpha Carter, you appeared to have come all the way to my home for a reason, so what is it we can do for you?” My eyes rested once more upon Mari, whose gaze was firmly fixed upon the floor. She looked terrified and something did not sit right with me. The house had a strong scent of alcohol. Stale alcohol. Was that simply the house? Him? Or was it her? I was sure when I had been alongside her previously there had been no hint of that scent. If anything, she had a faint floral aroma to her… ‘Oh, so we are paying attention to a she-wolf’s scent now too?’ Draven teased. ‘And you say you do no

Throwback: Three Years Ago Carlos found Maria on the terrace, surrounded by empty wine glasses and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. She looked a mess, her hair unbrushed, her eyes puffy and bloodshot but the fire in them hadn't been extinguished. If anything, it was burning with a new, volatile fuel. "Are you here to mock me, Carlos?" Maria asked before he even reached the table. She didn't look up, her fingers trembling as she lit a fresh cigarette. "Because if you are, save your breath."

Darren came to sit beside me while I was trying hard to process every single thing that was happening with his leg pressed against mine and his dark eyes watching the two as they kissed too. My breathing grew heavier. “Fuck, look at them,” he muttered in a low voice. “That is so hot.” Marcus let out a deep chuckle from the other side of the room. “I have to say, somebody spiked this shit because there is no way in hell this is normal champagne.” He had a point. I tried to speak in response even though my voice came out rough. “You think so?” Darren turned to me and his right hand landed right on my thigh. “It does not matter,” he said to me with a nod. “It feels good, right?”

Dave said, lighting a cigarette. “Mariya is an old maid working in the Rodriguez home for more than two decades. Ariana sent her to Anthony’s home to look after him. Mariya is the woman she trusted for her son like a mother. You would kill Mariya and Rodriguez would not come to know about it? Careful son, that monster Anthony has the ability to wipe away his enemy without even a trace of record.” “You just wait, watch and chill.” Dave handed him a bottle of chilled bear so that Tom could relax his nerves

"Fuck, Cara, stay with me. Help is on the way" Bending down, Marianna looks at her "It was really fun hating you. I hope you rot in hell you stupid bitch. Maybe you'll learn how to keep your mouth shut while you're there" That's a really weird thing to say even for people like us but there's a sad smile on her face and something that looks like a smirk on Carina's. I can't figure out who Marianna Lombardi really is. I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that she is the one who stole from me and is probably holding Nev hostage. Maybe whatever she says to Carina makes sense to her. They did hate each other after all.

Not until he was strong enough to protect her from everything. Lost in thought, Carlo crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, the frustration of his inner turmoil gnawing at him. He reached for another cigarette but found the box empty. Muttering a curse under his breath, he called Maria, the maid, to bring him a new pack. Maria arrived quickly with a fresh pack of cigarettes and, in her hands, the morning newspaper. “Sir, today’s paper just came in. Would you like to have a look?” Carlo, uninterested, waved her off. “No, just leave the cigarettes. You can go.”

•°•°•°•° Mia was downstairs by the dining, she had Liam beside her as she fed him, she hears footsteps and turns to see Carl ..he was dressed for work He got to the table and sat down looking at Mia Intently, Mia looks at him and mouths a what..Carl smirks in return He didn't eat anything but stood up and began walking to the door, he got out and was about entering his car when a gunshot was heard, a flower pot behind him broke

If only I had had the balls to turn it down and just hide away in the room until I found a solution to my problem. When we arrived there, Dante parked the car, got out, went to the other side of the car and opened it for Maria to come down just as he had done when we left the house. I didn’t wait for him to open the door for me. “Oh my gosh, I already see the horse I want to bet my stakes on!” Maria said and hurried towards the horses lined up for stakes and racing, leaving Dante and I. “Autumn,” he started, but I also spoke at the same time.