Novel & Cerita Feliciano Vargas

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

"Ella está bien ahora (She's fine now.)" It took him almost a day to find his record. He's now holding an old book with his picture pasted on the first page. Estefan Eustacio is his birth name. He is the gobernadorcillo of Pueblo y Vigan. He came from a Criollo (Spaniards of pure blood) descendant. The gobernadorcillo was a municipal judge or governor in the Philippines during the Spanish colonial period. He is the leader of a town or pueblo. His term of office lasted for two years. He knew that he was a born leader no matter how many times he'll be reincarnated. "Señor, este es el historial de la señorita. (Senor, this is senorita's record.)" He nods in response to the servant. He stared at

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at 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 remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Hugo walked down the stairs and sauntered towards Gabriel. “Juan Varga,” Gabriel introduced the young man and Varga bowed. He stood five foot five and wore a formal black suit on his slender frame. His long hair was tied behind his head. The colored floral tattoos creeped out of his collar. There were numerous scars on his face. It took a single glance for Hugo to understand that the humble and disciplined man in front of him was as crazy and ruthless as it gets when the time demanded. The small army awaited his orders.

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, the man threatened lowly, making it seem like a friendly chat between two men. He turned on his heels and started walking out of the bathroom but stopped just at the door. “To answer your question….”, He turned to face Christian. “I am Alan Poza” Christian frowned, not really knowing the name. “Some call me The mad man of Valencia”, with that the man walked out.

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.

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.