Novel & Cerita Father Garcia

“Our Master, Nico’s father, was raised by our patriarch and started as the Lady’s personal bodyguard.” “He was assigned to protect her with his life,” He chuckled softly. “But she fell in love with him. She wanted him as her partner, but Master was afraid of the idea. He refused her for years.” “But why!” Renata asked, leaning forward. She was so invested in the image of Gloria and this forbidden love story that she completely forgot her own precarious situation. “Because he was her bodyguard first of all,” Emilio whispered, his smile fading slightly. “He knew that loving the daughter of a Mafia boss was a death sentence. He wanted her to have someone ‘worthy.’ But Lady… she didn’t care for

To eliminate those who caused his family pain "Mom I'm exhausted...please don't allow anyone in again," Luciano said lazily while getting up from his chair and adjusting his black blazer. Antonia frowned, not sure why her son wasn't celebrating his victory. Not only did he make his late father proud by eliminating the enemies. He was now a mayor. Soon he would run for a minister city and all of Mexico would know the last name, Garcia

Garcia remarked in a disappointed tone, taking a drag from his pipe without regard for the hurtful impact of his words. Anthony's fist clenched, his jaw tight as he locked eyes with his father, a golden fury simmering beneath the surface. Despite Anthony's visible anger, Mr. Garcia continued to provoke him with callous remarks. "I bet you didn't know that the man who nearly violated your wife is not some random horny stranger but her boss in the company where she worked to feed herself and her mom after you had rejected her and my grand-child," Mr. Garcia revealed, unfazed by Anthony's seething rage.

Servers were walking amongst the mingling guests, handing out appetizers and drinks. “Ah! The Grey’s. Such a pleasure to see you all again!” Fernando spoke loudly as he threw his hands in the air. He hugged my father, and kissed mine, and my mother’s hands. Fernando Garcia was the leader of the Mexican Mafia. He was a very flamboyant man, never a hair out of place. He was around 5’7, very tan skin, and a neatly trimmed beard. His Spanish accent was thick, but his English was perfect. “Allegra baby, stunning as always” He said in his gay voice.

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

“Why does it sound familiar?” “Do you know them?” I asked hopefully. Then her eyes twinkled, “Oh my! Now I remember. Five years ago! Wow, her son looks different.” “What are you talking about?” "That was the Garcia family, wasn't it? I remember that case. Kenneth was furious with you. He said you were wasting firm resources." "Why?" I asked. "Why was he so angry?"

Mrs Garcia immediately went to them and greeted them warmly. “We just heard about what happened to Josh. We’re sorry..” her mother muttered, sympathetically “How is he? Is he safe now?” she inquired. Margaux watched their exchange of words and she thought since Mrs Garcia was already preoccupied with her parents, she must have forgotten about Hendrix. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her guts to look at the guy’s way to signal him to leave. However, before he could take the hint, DOn Geronimo called him all of a sudden.

Luca spotted me first and ran across the marble with both arms open. “Papa, you look so handsome,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. “You are the most handsome dad in the whole world.” I lifted him without effort and settled him against my hip. “And you are the world’s cutest son,” I replied, kissing his cheek. Garcia stood a few steps away with her hands clasped and her eyes already shining. “Every time I see you dressed like this you look more handsome than the day before,” she said, her voice thick with the usual drama.

"Any luck?" Nico raised a brow at him, "Not to sound cocky, but that shouldn't be a question" With his focus back on the screen, he narrated, "Miguel Garcia, he's a real person; Milo was right" he peered in from behind reading glasses, "Got a criminal record, homicide but was dropped." "Why?"

Two identical flower boys whom I believe are Evie and Augustine's twin toddlers walk with an adorable flower girl in the middle, scattering champagne colored rose petals as Evie and Mason walk behind them. The song stops after Mason hands out Evie to his father, and I can't help but to appreciate the handsome officiator. Everybody on that stage is beautiful, but he definitely catches the most attention. Perhaps that's how he managed to make Owen move on that fast. According to my research -as usual, special thanks to G****e and social media platforms-, apparently they've been married for two years. Hugo Ortega is a 49 year old businessman who has five kids with four ex-wives. So they have so