Romans & histoires Down And Dirty Mari Carr

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

“Go over there and dig out all the poop for three whole days, and I’ll let you off the hook.” “I’ll be nice. I’ll give everyone food and a place to stay. All of you have to work for only sixteen hours.” Harvey smiled faintly. Mari was on the verge of tears after hearing those words; she was obsessed with cleanliness. “Do you think you can scare me just because you got a few gangsters on your side, you b*stard?!” Mari exclaimed, glaring fiercely at Harvey. “I belong to Robbins Supplies!” “You better let us go right now!”

Carlos asked "And what do you think I am up to?" Maria asked. Carlos stepped closer to her and said "When I first saw you, I knew there was something fishy. Then I found out you were from the witches that were wiped out in the Murky forest by Turstin. And to think about it, You will want revenge but the major question right now is how deep are your wounds and how much are you willing to make then surfer?" Carlos said. He continued to say "I am very good at reading people and I have concluded that anything you do, you give it your all. If truly you want revenge, then you don't want to destroy only Turstin but his father also, and maybe just maybe you want revenge so bad you want to even destr

Now Mari's here in all her armor and I'm fighting a dragon with nothing on my side but a Calvin Klein sweater. "Mari, have you met Simone?" Trey's voice is tight and it worries me. I don't enjoy feeling like the other woman, and even though I tell myself I'm not, I feel as if I've stolen her man. Mari leans closer with her upper body and sneers in Trey's direction, reducing her voice. "Yes, I do believe I have. I didn't know you weren't above sleeping with the help." In her hand she has a larger than normal martini glass, and as she leans back, some of the liquid sloshes over the side soaking into the carpet.

Something cold and unplaceable moved through my chest, the same disorienting familiarity I'd felt looking at the scar near Ethan's temple, the same unease I'd felt when the ring fit my finger with an accuracy that should have been impossible for a guess. "What happened to him?" I asked quietly. Marcus opened his mouth to answer, and I watched something shift in his expression, hesitation, loyalty, the particular calculation of a younger brother deciding how much of someone else's private history was his to share. "That's not really my story to tell," he said finally, gentler than his earlier teasing. "But I'll say this. Whatever he told you about why he agreed to this marriage, whatever busi

And we did—the affair became a dangerous game of how close we could get to being caught, how many places in the house we could defile with our filth. The kitchen counter at midnight: Carol bent over the cold marble, skirt flipped up, ass in the air as I took her from behind, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as I fucked her hard enough to make the dishes rattle and crash to the floor, her screams muffled by a dish towel as she squirted onto the tiles.

The compound was in the Caribbean, a private island bought under a dozen shell companies and guarded like a fortress. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the beauty felt wrong, too perfect, too clean for the rot that lived at its center. Marcus led the way, his face a mask of cold fury, crutches sinking into the sand with every step. Gianni’s men surrounded the perimeter, silent shadows ready to strike. Cedric and Lily waited on the boat just offshore, watching through binoculars, hearts in their throats.

Marielle wobbles a bit at first, either in resistance or confusion, but ultimately obeys. "Dargo, this is the maid, Carmen. Carmen, this is Dargo Warsunng. He came looking for Ma and Pa, but found me instead." She smiles sheepishly. Turning his attention back to me, Dargo smiles and says, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Carmen." "I can’t say the same, even if I'm forced to." "You rude piece of trash." Marielle remarks. "It is alright," Dargo says, his smile growing. "Come here, Carmen."

She struggled, kicking, she even tried to claw my face. "Tough bitch," I muttered. "No kidding," Marco grunted as her body gave in. Five long seconds...then her body finally went limp. Marco caught her before she hit the ground. "I almost miss working with professionals," I said. Marco rolled his eyes. "You wanna carry her?" "I'll supervise." "How generous." He said. And even in moments like this...The idiot still joked. Four men carried Maria toward the inner section. Only she carried the access key to the SUV.

GEMMA I was still sweeping the house when I heard the electric gates opening. As usual, I went to peep from the window. Staying in Antonio's house has made me always be on my edge. It was Marco. Marco walked into the compound and went straight to Antonio's car garage. He opened one of the cars, entered the car and started it. Then he came out, left the car to warm up for a while before entering the car again and drove to the gate. The electric gates opened again and he drove out of the compound.