Feliciano Vargas Novels & Stories

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.

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

However, those ladies were on the same playing field as she was. Marcel got to his feet and walked over to the table where Felix had set the documents down. He read each paper. And one statement, in particular, stood out to him. Marcel furrowed his brow as he tried to place the first time he had heard this name. He then uttered the name "Philip Vergara." As Marcel finally recalled who this guy was, a plethora of thoughts began to run through his head. Annalia Davis knew Philip Vergara? How? In the world of showbiz, Philip Vergara was well-known for his work as a director. He collaborated with several actors on a national and international scale. Marcel began to speculate that Philip Vergara

“Emilio Vargas was your father’s executive assistant during the investigation, correct?” “Yes,” I said. “He handled scheduling, documents, and private correspondence.” Nico turned his laptop toward me. “He disappeared under the name Emil Velasco. Northline covered the exit using a fabricated employment transfer to Singapore. But that’s not the most important part.” Althea leaned closer to the screen. “There’s more?” Nico nodded, pushing his glasses up. “Three years later, Emil Velasco reentered the Philippines under a different identity. Mateo Villar.”

she kissed my temples "Let me go into the kitchen and prepare your favorite dish" "What about the maids? Allow them to prepare it" "No, you are coming to visit me in a long while so allow me to prepare it for you. Moreover, they don't know how you like it" I won't lie. My grandmother's gazpacho was the best and I must admit that I have missed it a lot. I brought out my phone and dialed Eulalia's number, I was missing her and I needed to hear her voice. She picked up on the second ring

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

“If I held on, after all the loss that I went through, and if I stayed strong to raise you as a grandson without throwing you out like others would do to bastards; it is because I never saw you as any less than my grandson. When it comes to her, I never did bother looking at her, and I never asked to see her. If she sees me as a stranger and if she treats me as one, then she is not to be blamed. But you, you are to be blamed, not once, but a thousand times if you see yourself as one because you know, very well, that you were never treated as a stranger or as any different. If anything, you got the Sforza last name, the blood of a noble, and the lead of a creed.” “I am not going to work with