Ernesto Calderon Novels & Stories

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

“You shouldn’t be up here. This floor is restricted.” “I-I was just looking for someone,” I whisper. His lips curve into a faint, knowing smile, his tone laced with an almost disarming charm. “And did you find what you were looking for?” Before I can answer, the director rounds the corner, his expression dark with restrained fury as his gaze shifts between me and the man in front of me. “Mr. Calab,” the director greets tersely, his voice tight, almost strained. “You’re here.” Mr. Calab. That’s the CEO’s name? For some reason, it doesn’t seem fitting for a man of his status, and the thought unsettles me.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

She asked looking more suspicious than ever. Ernesto,who didn't seem bothered by Ramirez's presence stood to greet him. "Good day" he said walking over to where Ramirez was stood. "Ernesto Duarte" he introduced himself, and gave Ramirez his hand. "Ramirez..." He replied bluntly and shook Enersto's hand. Then he darted his gaze back to Rosalina "Where is Serrano?" He asked dryly. "He's out for a meeting with some agents, but he'll be back soon"

The moment Miguel walked out, my phone rang. I gasped when I saw the caller ID. Daddy. I took a deep breath before answering. “Hello?” “Miguel just called me!” His voice was sharp, filled with urgency. I clenched my jaw. “Miguel De Castro is a Montevallo, Dad. Did you really not know he’s Don Ernesto’s son?” There was a pause. “What? He’s a Montevallo? How the hell did Don Ernesto end up with a son?”

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

I hissed rolling my eyes “ oh yeah so then why did you call her princess?hmm” he mocked making kissing sounds “ shut up and hook that camera up.” I growled We were able to get more work done this time due to the warm coats however two of them wouldn’t turn on so we have to put them up tomorrow once we figure out what’s wrong with them. Heading back in Creed takes the two cameras to the island pulling open the back. “ Do you see what’s wrong with it?” I asked