Guerrero Novels & Stories

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

Lorenzo asked. Guillermo's expression darkened as he spoke through gritted teeth. "That useless fool seems to be injured." Lorenzo's jaw dropped. "Alfredo is the Sword Saint, a peak martial god. Who could possibly hurt him?" Guillermo clenched his teeth, taking a long moment before responding. "Andrew. That little bastard is back! I never expected he'd have the guts to go after Alfredo the moment he crossed the border. If he didn't have some incredible martial power or a deadly trump card, there was no way he would dare to challenge Alfredo!"

Maria De La Cruz was standing behind her boss, as if waiting for orders. At the table the two bosses were seated in one half of the room, behind them the hitman Lautaro, and on the other side with three security guards for each gang member, Guillermo was standing on the door of the entrance more than armed, because they feared an ambush. Pablo Altamirano begins speaking;

I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

Then the video shakes, moving chaotically until it highlights the hill on the other side, where Pack Delonix is located. Although the image was not clear, but if it was matched with the time of shooting, Alpha Darren could conclude that the person on the other side, who was lying down, was Alpha Stevan's father. But as far as the video went, Alpha Darren hadn't found any evidence that pointed to Frank. So he decided to watch the video to the end. Until finally he saw a longbarreled gun lying on the ground, found by the video taker. The longbarreled weapon had the initials 'G' written in gold.

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

The crowd stops at the unnamed table next to us, then the guards around him ease, just a fraction. Finally, his stern face comes into view, calm and unsmiling, carrying the quiet authority of a man who does not need to announce himself. "No way," Kylian breathes. It's him. Heje of Sinaloa's cartel—Hijos Del Inferno. It couldn't have been anybody else moving a crowd like that in my city. Nobody else. I know Del Inferno only by reputation. By territory and by the way his name moves through Mexico like a warning rather than an introduction.

“Believe me, you don’t want to cause trouble for him. He’s a dangerous man.” He merely chuckles at me again. “Oh? Dangerous, huh.” I hate the way it sounds like he’s mocking me. I’m not making things up just for the fun of it to avoid falling into bed with him again but according to his playful tone, that’s exactly what he thinks is happening. “Yeah, you ever heard of Leonardo Guerrero? That’s my fiance.” His eyes flash just for a beat, but then a smirk slowly tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Leonardo Guerrero, huh?”