Novel & Cerita Gustavo Book

He took a seat opposite Yoren, then signalled for the two guards to leave. The door closed. Now, only the three of them remained inside. Gustavo did not immediately begin the meeting. Instead, he allowed the silence to linger a little longer. His gaze remained fixed on Yoren. His eyes were heavy with a pressure he made no effort to conceal. “That was a very chaotic night,” he said. His tone was calm yet sharp enough to reveal his dissatisfaction. Yoren responded evenly. “You're right.” “Dozens of casualties were reported,” said Gustavo. “Some of them were from Gardeno.”

Santiago warned. Gustavo left them and went to take his car and he drove off, he had everything he needed to tell Amelia scripted in his head already and he made sure to memorize everything as he drove off to see her. “I just need to act all sweet and that would be all”. Gustavo thought to himself as he smiled, he decided to play some country music to calm down his nerves as he drove. ************************************************************************* “Get me on the call with Max”, Santiago said “Yes Max, I have work for you, I will send you all the necessary details and information about the person through your email.

“He never does. He always push things too far.” “Guapo believes his way is the only way,” I replied. “Even when we tell him it is not working. Even when the proof is right in front of him.” Gustavo gave a humorless laugh. “He ruins things and then blames everyone but himself.” “That has always been his nature. He will run the whole forest into flames just to convince himself he is not wrong.” “Reina looked calm at first,” Gustavo said. His voice had softened, barely more than a whisper. “She was smiling a little. I thought maybe she needed the fresh air. I thought maybe she was opening up.”

"Hello boss, we have sighted our suspected target but she's gone" Gustavo breathe heavily into the phone. His left eye was now parched by his dried blood, the front of his ash-colored shirt heavily soaked by it too. "What do you mean he is gone, you imbecile!" raved Xavier from the other end. Gustavo pulled the phone away from his ears as his boss's loud screechy voice emanated from it. "Sorry boss, we ran into a little bit of a situation and..." He was about to say but was cut short

Hell, I could still remember the rageful jealousy that'd shown in her eyes that night as she glared at me. Now that I thought of it, it wasn't her place to get mad at me. It wasn't as if we were dating or anything, so why was she acting like I was in the wrong after choosing to believe a dumb lie? “Good, that's the spirit,” Gustavo said. “Have your assistant bring us a bottle of whiskey and another of vodka. We are going to get drunk.” As I grabbed my phone to call Carlos, Gustavo's phone vibrated with a call which he answered, his cheery expression morphing into an irate one as the person on the other line spoke.

"Do you have something more to say, Gustavo?" Amid the air tube stuck in his mouth and his not opening his eyes, Gustavo reacted to Rome, showing that he recognized him. Then, with the only finger Rome didn't manage to break, he tapped weakly but with such high precision that Rome easily read what he meant. 'Very creative, Gustavo. Still morse coding...' "So this is about Margaux again?" 'Yes…' Gustavo replied without moving any other muscle except for his finger. . . . "AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

**ALARIC** I wasn’t leaving that damned pack without answers. Gustavo was sitting in a chair in his own study, his wrists tied with silver rope and his dignity shattered on the floor. The man who, twenty-four hours earlier, had welcomed us with sweaty smiles and a gold-soaked mansion now looked like an empty sack someone had stripped of all its stuffing. Damián stood by the door. Silas was going through the bookshelves with that distracted academic air he used when he was actually cataloguing every detail of a room. And I sat in front of Gustavo, elbows resting on my knees, my patience exhausted three interrogations ago.

Gustavo of Avo's World the other day, had something to do with it, and since he had deliberately shielded whoever it was from me, I was going to take my chances. My mind reeled with countless thoughts as I strode towards my car, and as soon as I slammed the door behind me, I said to Bobby, who was already seated in the driver's seat, "Contact Gustavo. I need to see him now." "Okay, Boss!" Bobby answered, swiping through his official phone like a robot. He put a call across to Mr. Gustavo and handed the phone over to me after Mr. Gustavo had received it. I had just placed the phone in my ears when Mr. Gustavo's voice boomed in, "Mr. Ricardo!" He exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable,

he asked. The bitterness in the back of my throat was making me gag, but the high was already telling me I was a god even while I sat there in my own filth. "It’s from one of your warehouses," Gustavo said, his voice dripping with a sick pride. "The one I blew up. Just the first of many I’m going to level." I heard him stepping closer, the crunch of his boots sounding like thunder, but my eyes were showing me a fractured world. A sharp crack echoed through the space and It took a few seconds for the warm trickle of blood down my lip to tell me he’d hit me.

After few minutes, Gustavo fell asleep. Bella came back to check up on Gustavo only to find him asleep lying on Mateo’s bare chest, it turned out that Mateo had fallen asleep with Gustavo. She would have woken him up to shower but she remembered him saying he always showered before coming as he didn’t want to contaminate the environment Gustavo stayed in with the smell of drugs, dried blood, or the sweat of people he must have tortured and killed. Bella thought that Mateo was such a good man as he was as he was so considerate of her and Gustavo. She noticed that Mateo still held the book he read for Gustavo so she carefully tried pulled it away from his grip and Mateo held her hand. “I’m sor