Guerrero Novels & Stories

She knew that torture could he the only way she gets to know the truth. “Who's he?” The man who called Loretta asked as he stared at Carrillo. “He's my informant.” “Can I take a look at the explosives?” Carrillo inquired as Loretta agreed to it without hesitation. Carrillo stared at the explosives, the wooden crates had a letter G on it. He wore a smile on his face staring at the men. “This belongs to the Gustavo Clan.” As soon as Carrillo said these words, all six of them were shocked.

I opened it and gulped it down. Guy: I've been watching you, you're good at boxing. From the way you handled the punching bag I could tell Me: thanks I covered the bottle and dropped it Guy: by the way I'm Roque Me: I'm Dan We shook hands Roque : it's nice meeting you Me: same here Roque: so are you American? I shook my head and punched the bag Me: I'm.. Asian! I punched the bottom of the bag and pushed it. It came waging back and we dodged

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.