Novel & Cerita Ernesto Calderon

The warehouse was exactly what she expected: industrial, cold, the kind of space where power moved through shadows instead of light. The council sat around a table made of something dark mahogany, probably, or teak, the kind of wood that had witnessed enough death to absorb it into the grain. Seventeen faces. Seventeen calculations. At the head of the table was the man who’d smiled. His name was Ernesto Castellano. She’d read his file twice. He’d been running the Mediterranean operations for twenty three years. He’d never lost a territorial dispute. He’d never been betrayed successfully.

Third person point of view: “You are not going to call him to your side, Diego.” Luna Claudia snapped at her son, knowing that he was going to call the one man that she did not want him working with. The one person who she saw as a threat to him since he was born. The main reason why she believed that her eldest died.

deep down, I never wanted to go home again. Was it even my home? "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I can't leave you with him. We owe Mickey and our debt was paid until he saw you. You're young and you're most definitely his type but we refuse to give him what he wants so he will take it," Danny sounded frantic again, "you don't know Mickey. He's a dangerous man." "Who is he?" I asked, blinking away my tears as much as I could. "He's a Made man and a few years ago he took up being the head of the mafioso," Gunnar replied, rounding his desk to stand at my side.

The man still on top her spitted out, turns out some particles of her brain entered his mouth, he sniffled and wiped out the blood that spilled on his face. Looking at her deformed face he shook his head once more, “what a waste, I would have loved having you around a few nights more,” he whispered and then slipped out of her. He didn’t bother covering his nakedness and just strode to the body lying on the floor, he stared at the dressed in black assassin for a few seconds before bending down to search him when a phone started ringing. He found out the ringing was coming from the dead man and brought out the phone, staring at the number calling with the name Padre (father) he scoffed. Walkin

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

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I said, and he shook his head. “That is what they had us all believing. It turns out, Eli has a son.” He said, and I frowned. “I don’t know how he ended up being Capo with the presence of his father…” “He is dead.” I said, and Cartel frowned in confusion. “They found him in the club earlier today. I was heading there but your man got in my way.”