Down And Dirty Mari Carr Novels & Stories

Mario surrendered his advances to argue with the one woman who was likely to win every argument and he of all people knew any better than to challenge sia in any way "I can't okay, Carmen has planned some ridiculous outing which involves going out shopping with little Diego," she said and walked towards the window to draw the curtains apart since Lulu or Angie had the habit of invading her personal space including getting in her room early in the morning to open up the windows but to her, utmost surprise they didn't come which was a good thing "Oh, did my lady manage to tame the mother dragon this time, I'm impressed"Sia heard Maria say with a chuckle but didn't bother to comment on his sarc

Maria asked as soon as they entered Shawn’s study room. “Yes, Nanny Maria. Also, Carol, I want to tell you that Rica was my friend’s daughter, a woman whom I met and treated like a sister when she was still alive. I’m sure Mr. Gatson didn't tell you anything.” Carol shook her head in response. “Well, I ran away from my father’s house. Nanny Maria is the one who has taken care of me since I was young. She is like a second mother to me. To make it short, Rica’s mother is the woman I met after I ran away and I stayed with her until she gave birth to Rica. Unfortunately, Carol died. Yes, her nickname is like yours. Her name is Carolina Imperial.”

Then she looked to see if the door was open, walked over, shut the door, and asked, "Are you okay, Madam?" "No, I'm not okay, your boss kidnapped me, my name is Abby Miller, I'm the wife of Fabian Collins, you know that man, right? If you help me, I can make your life better...please help me," She nodded and tightened her grip on my hand while she looked nervous. Her black eyes keep blinking while she looks at me. She's a little bit Hispanic, so she's trying to figure out what I'm saying. "I'll call for help for you, but don't tell the boss, because he might kill me if he finds out. I just started working here two days ago. I'm Marina, and I'm from Cuba."

This time she did not even doubt if the food was poisoned she seemed to be enjoying her meal, licking her chops and drinking water. "You know for a mother of a son in his late twenties you look so pretty. Will you please tell me your secret" Carlos asked squatting in front of her, she could sniff his scent and the shadow of his menacing figure cast on her caused a lot of fear. "Exercise, I was a gym instructor before the war" Maria said. Carlos let her finish the meal. Everyone has their breaking point and Maria's breaking point was around the corner. Her cooperation was going to save her a great deal of pain and torture.

She landed against something hard, her legs sliding slightly beneath her on the leather seat but the door was hurriedly shut and the car began to speed away once two other doors had slammed shut. As they took a corner at speed, Maria’s unbelted body slid across the backseat, slamming into what she now realised was a human body. She let out a slight shriek but heard a gun being cocked “If I hear a word I’ll shoot you in the damn leg, we’re busy up here” Carlos yelled, she heard gunshots coming from the car aiming out the window. Maria was trying to stay calm and most importantly trying not to cry. She was Don Damon’s daughter. She could do this.

What was wrong with him? “Who’s there, Marc?” Asked granny. “We’re finally here,” said Maria, fanning herself with her handkerchief, as she huffed and puffed into the house, carrying a mountain load of stuff. However, what got everyone’s attention was a delicate and beautiful Cara, following her shyly into the house. Her head was bowed down as if she was embarrassed to be here. “She needed work and we needed help, granny. So I brought her along,” said Maria.

After the dinner tonight, I’d needed a breather from the wedding talk. Then again, maybe I needed a second to cool off from meeting the one bridesmaid I’d be willing to fuck senseless. Mari. It was too plain a name for someone as vibrant as her. Red hair, red lips. That dress she’d been wearing had been smoking hot. When she’d stood up after that statue fiasco, I’d also realized how tall she was. Slender legs that just begged to be wrapped around my waist. As if I conjured her from my thoughts, Mari appeared. She came toward the pool, wearing a blue cover-up that failed to hide the string bikini underneath. Damn, she’d been hiding a body that was made for wet dreams under her dress tonight.

thinking of which “Where are my clothes...?” I hurriedly questioned Maria and jumped down from bed, I was planning on escaping back to my home as soon as possible “Huh..?” Maria expressed and continued “Ahh Miss..... your clothes... they... got dirty, I washed them couple of time to get rid of puke smell but the fabric was to delicate so i........” “Excuse me but..... what Puke?” I butted before Maria could even finish her statement

"It may be to you. But, like I said, he may let you work. But it’s dangerous. Mariano’s grandmother, Donna Ginevra, was killed in a grocery store. Shot." “That’s terrible.” She smiled at me, and I stood up. "Thanks, Aria, we should definitely hang out sometime." A smile took over her face. "Definitely, Izzy." I ventured off to look for Mariano.

Her orange specks on her right iris are darker, and seemed to have taken a lot of the area compared to the other. "Lucas, dearie, it's not Marie, it's Mari. The stress is in the middle. And if I were the maid, I'd poison your drink. Or maybe your food. Can’t be too sure." Oh I know who you are, baby. Caterina Mari. Later to be my fiancèe. Soon to be my wife. The future Boss of both clans. The golden trophy I get to admire. The little firecracker I needed to tone down a little. The woman I get to worship.