Ghost Rider Mexicano Novels & Stories

Because she never worried he wasn’t strong enough to share her problems. Because deep down she knew Cash could never be that man. That thought haunted her as she and Hallie climbed onto an airplane a few hours later, jetting to uncertainty and potential heartbreak. Thursday, September 11 Guerrero, Mexico Zy sat in the back of the run-down white catering van, emblazoned on both sides with a sombrero-wearing chihuahua, dancing next to a blue margarita. If the food was as shitty as their art—and their shock absorbers—he was glad he’d eaten elsewhere. But Joaquin had arrived in Mexico the day before the rest of the EM team to make arrangements. And he had to give the quietest of his bosses credi

he says then cuts the call leaving me stunned. I don’t know how am going to sit tight and wait knowing where my brother is. But then again I don’t know where exactly in Mexico he is and I can’t go in blind now can I? this is Mexico we are talking about and this has the king of BaTlakwana written all over it. This mole part makes my blood boil, am sure that’s how Ghost was captured and am going to find out who the bastard is! Ghost/Tokelo

Miguel replied as they stopped in front of the black Ford endeavor packed neatly in the yard. "Very well then, let's move, "Eden said as he entered the car. Miguel and Pedri sat behind at the passengers seat while Eden sat in the driver's seat. "So I'm gonna be your driver today uh? " He asked with a chuckle and they both laughed. "Yeah... You're the ghost rider, "Pedri remarked with laughter and they all laughed again before moving out. "How is it going over there? Is she moving out already? " He asked through the micro device in his ears

“Yes. You are.” I lay back on the bed. Stared at the ceiling.One more night.One more day.Then gone.The city would forget me.I hoped.But the thought wouldn’t leave me alone.I sat up again, pulled the laptop closer. Searched “no passport travel from US.”Mexico, Canada and Some Caribbean islands. But Mexico was closest. Underground routes,coyotes and People I knew from the old days.I dialed Javier’s number he was old friend from the streets, coyote runner. He picked up on the third ring.“Val? That you?”“Yeah, Javi. It’s me.”A low chuckle. “Thought you were ghost. What’s up, reina?”“I need info,a Quiet way to Mexico. No papers. No name. How much?”He whistled. “You in deep shit?”“Deep enough.”“Pr

The call connected, and a gruff male voice answered, "Ghost." Her tone was low and urgent. "I need you to prepare your best men." "How many?" the voice asked. "About 80," she replied, checking her wristwatch. "Location: Mexico." "Who's the target?" came the next question. Without hesitation, Ghost blurted out, "My brother, Damon. Their assignment is simple—dispose of the dead body Damon has with him." There was a pause on the other end before the man’s voice rose in disbelief. "What—why?"