Novel & Cerita Gio Ramos

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

"And I bet that’s why Mr. Giordano didn’t even deem you worthy of a proper marriage. Don’t flatter yourself, Moore. He’s not standing up for you—he’s doing it for the public eye." Silence. For the first time, Moore faltered. Her fingers clenched around her purse, her breathing uneven. "Nora!" Grey hissed, his eyes wide with warning. He knew. He knew she had just destroyed whatever slim chance they had of leaving unscathed. Pathetic. Grey turned to me, scrambling for damage control. "I’m very sorry, Mr. Giordano. She’s pregnant, and you know how—" "No." My voice was calm. Cold.

His 6'3 Giovanni:20 years old.Third oldest brother.Mean, rude and easily annoyed and agitated.He is bipolar and the only person who can calm him down is Alessa .His over protective over her and has a soft side for her.6'2 Romero at the right and Lorenzo at the left. Romero: 18 years the older twin by 10 minutes.Has anger issues cold and ruthless .Underground street fighter.Has a soft spot for Alessa and also overprotective of her.Loves his brothers but does not show it.6'0

Tonight was no different. Ramos greeted me in his office, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was a tall man with slicked-back hair and a permanent smirk. A biker billionaire who liked to show off his wealth, but I knew him too well—behind that charm was blood and steel. “Hunter,” Ramos said, raising his glass. “You came quickly. I knew I could count on you.” I sat across from him, my body relaxed but my mind sharp. “You said you had a problem.”

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….

Remi's eyes start to tear up. "Oh...Aiden....this is so.....amazing." She cries as she looks down at the driveway. There carved in stone is an inscription. Remington Payne Ramos and Aiden Rage Ramos A love that will last long past eternity. June 02, 2020 "I didn't mean for it to make you cry." I say as she jumps into my open arms. I put my arms under her ass to support her. Remi rains kisses down on my face. Her baby bump makes it hard to do, but the little minx finds a way.

she said and turned to Gideon. "You can go in sir. " she told him and Gideon immediately stood up, heaved a deep sigh and pushed Emma's door open after knocking slightly. "Hello. " Gideon said after walking in. "Seat. " she replied pointing to the two vacant chairs opposite her. Gideon quickly sat on one. "I heard you needed to see me urgently Mr. Romero. " began Emma while crossing her legs. Gideon's eyes drifted to her barely covered thighs and when he tilted his gaze upward, her bossoms were before him.