El Chapo Sweater Novels & Stories

I follow his gaze and realize he's looking at my beige sweater stained with blood. "The baby isn't hurt. It's his mother's blood; I've already checked him, and he's fine. It's better not to uncover him since he's asleep and it's very cold right now; he might catch a cold." I explain to calm his men down, while I take off my sweater over my head —since I don't want to walk the streets with a blood stain; that would be terrifying—, and instantly regret it, because I'm only wearing a very thin, tight blouse. I grab the sweater and throw it into a nearby trash can. Throughout this whole time, his men and he don't take their eyes off me, fearing I might have a bomb under the sweater. I take a sca

It felt surreal to be so cherished by the person you love. "I will not take any risks where your safety is concerned, Bella." He kissed me long and hard until our breaths became labored. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder limited edition sweater of House LW, and Chad placed a kiss on the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. I shuddered at the pleasurable sensation. "Later." He said, and he left. I stared at the powerful man retreating as he took my breath away.

Joel silently followed behind me, his footsteps quiet as he lingered a few steps behind and yet, I knew he saw everything. Draco was wearing a white casual T-shirt and black jeans with a black denim jacket thrown over his shoulders. His shades were in his hair and he was wearing converse shoes instead of his regular polished boots. The casual attire had thrown me off when I had first seen him, mostly because I had never seen him wear casual clothes to this extent before. No one would be able to tell that he was the Capo de Capi, the most feared man in all of New York, just by looking at him right now.

Carlos Hernandez to the entire underworld. I stepped behind her. My chest brushed her back, and I felt her spine stiffen. Slowly, I draped the thin gold chain around her throat. The pendant, engraved on the back with my family crest and a hidden tracking chip, settled against her skin. My fingers lingered at the clasp, tracing the delicate line of her neck, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my thumb. One twist and the clasp locked with a quiet click. She was collared now. Mine in every way that mattered.

I look away, ignoring her completely. Since the Stanley Cup games, Sylvia and the rest of my horrible family have ceased to exist in my world. I refuse to give her any attention. I refuse to ask why she has Harlan’s team logo plastered across her chest when she was just sucking Drake’s face in front of 19,000 hockey fans a few days ago. I will not ask because Sylvia is a condescending bitch, and she’s going to tell me anyway in 3…2…1… “Did you notice my sweater?” She breathes, her voice dripping friendly venom. “It’s custom made. They’re actually only five of these in the world, and I received one of them in the mail yesterday.

"I noticed it the second I walked in. You shouldn't wear these pants, Owen. They're a distraction." Owen let out a breathless laugh that turned into a whimper as Jax squeezed his ass again. "I'll keep that in mind." Jax grabbed the hem of Owen's oversized fisherman sweater and pulled it up. Owen raised his arms, letting Jax strip the sweater over his head and toss it onto the empty chair. The cool air hit Owen's bare skin, making him shiver, but Jax's hands were immediately on him, running over his pale, slender chest.

she said flatly pretending not to have heard my compliment. "I packed enough." "Eva." She held up my pink sweater and stared at me. "This is the third time I'm seeing this sweater." "It's a good sweater—." "It's a cry for help." I snatched it from her. "Can you not psychoanalyze my clothing right now?" She sat cross-legged on the floor beside the suitcase and started pulling things out slowly, like she was doing an inventory. Which, knowing Chloe, she probably was. "Okay so." She held up the red velvet dress. Her eyes went wide. "You brought this."

Now I can accept gifts on my terms as their propaganda is clear to me now. I choose jeans by Diesel, a sweatshirt by Calvin Klein, casual sneakers by Ralph Lauren, and a gorgeous gold-detailed scarf by Gucci. Hunter dresses from head to toe in Calvin Klein. Jeans, a white sweatshirt and a black sweatshirt blazer-style jacket over the top. The hood of the white sweatshirt flops over the black blazer, making Hunter look more youthful. We head to the garage, and he fills me in about Sophia's new boyfriend, Fernando. He doesn’t tell me anything I don’t already know. When we reach the spot where the car is parked, he holds out his BMW key. I make the expression that I don’t understand.

I joked. We wandered a bit, looking at the Marvel character items they had until Gina drug me over to the model she told me about. It was pewter, and Captain America was preparing to throw his shield. I knew Rowen had to have it, so I grabbed it. I ended up getting a Hulk model for Jax, and they had a model of Thor’s hammer for Colby, Neither of those were limited edition, but Molly, and Melissa assured me my brothers didn’t have them. Just because I knew Rowen would appreciate it, I bought my first ever Captain America sweatshirt.

I may have to thanked him later. I grab one of the bags and opened it, enthusiastically like how I used to open a gift. It was a fuzyy white sweater with a cowl neck which is hand knitted to perfection. I tore the price tag off and pull it over my head, since it's so thick I don't think I needed to wear a bra on. I paired it with a skin tight black leggings and flat leather ankle high boots for my feet. I ran the hair dryer through my hair for a couple of minutes and then pat a very light lip gloss on my soft lips.