Is Dora Diego's Cousin Novels & Stories

He was not a bad looking man, yet she had her eyes only on one of the Reyes, Luciano. “I am Dora. A friend of Luciano and Isabella”, Dora said, as she played with her fingers. Her heart kept on pounding in her chest. For a second, she thought it would come out through her mouth as she spoke. “I saw Isabella coming this way while I was heading back to town. It was unusual, so I thought she was in trouble.” “So why do you think she is not in trouble any more?”

he replied feeling extremely tired. Dena placed her hand on his shoulder. "Things will turn better" she tried to boost his morale. He smiled sarcastically. They both know it's a lie. "Hmmm" he hummed quietly. She felt sad seeing him like this. His family situation is killing Diego slowly from inside. Absent father, drug addict mother, it's not pretty. Dena remembered something that she heard from her mother in law the other night when she was drunk. "Diego, I heard mom speaking about a girl. She was saying that you have a half sister and your dad is trying to find her for some heart transplant or something" Dena shared what she heard.

Diego replied. "Diego?" Felicia's tone sounded confused and unsure. "Okay .... Diego Collins. Do you remember?" Felicia immediately glared, while covering her mouth. She was a little surprised because she did not expect Diego to call her. Yes, Diego Collins, the younger brother of Edward Collins Harvey aka her own husband. Or... future ex-husband. "Oh...well...uhmm, Mr. Diego. It's good to hear your voice...uhmm...again. So, how are you?" Felicia was a little nervous.

The main reason why she believed that her eldest died. “He is an acquaintance, mama. The two of us share the same cause, and you know that very well.” Diego said, looking at his mother whose eyes were wide at her son’s statement. She shook her head, refusing to hear her son out, not wanting to listen to what he was going to tell her.

They were forever back and forth with insults, so it did not surprise me in the slightest. “Sofia not around?” I asked, wondering where my cousin would be. She had since moved here after meeting her fated at the funeral of Beta Trent. I had not seen her since, and hoped today would offer me chance to catch up. Uncle Diego gave me a look that told me he had no clue. In all honesty, I was unsure he ever knew what was going on. He tended to leave that to Aunt Willow instead, she was definitely the more organized of the two. Surprising considering how much of a damn good warrior he was.

“Hijo, Cilia mató a la esposa de Don Diego el día que naciste. Ella le dio el mismo veneno a tu padre, quien rápidamente buscó ayuda del cartel de Díaz. ELos Díaz eran enemigos de Don Diego, pero aun así te protegieron de esa bruja. (Son, Cilia killed Don Diego's wife on the day you were born. She fed the same poison to your father, who quickly sought help from the Diaz cartel. The Diaz were enemies with Don Diego, but they still protected you from that witch.) Diego went stiff at his mentor’s words. He didn’t trust Rafaela, but the man who taught him everything he knew in the cartel was like a god to him. He trembled like a withered leaf, unable to form any meaningful words. It was true tha

I said, and Diego nodded. “You have thousands. You just choose to make the wrong choices.” He said, getting up. “Now, come on.” “Where the hell are we going?” I asked, as Diego walked toward the bartender, paying him for the drinks that we had on our table. “We are going to find ourselves allies, but first, I think that we have a sibling to see.” He said, nodding at one of the windows where she sat on a bench, drinking a cup of coffee. “Fucking hell,” I said, and he nodded. Even Alpha Sebastian walked past her, clearly not knowing who she was or how she was related to Cosimo. Or if he did, he knew not to show it.

Diego and Armando already rounded me with worry. 'What happened to Dora?' Diego asked, trying not to panic. 'She's…she's…she…' 'She's what?! Mom, where is Dora?!' Armando yelled in total panic. 'With Ame Allen,' they both blinked with confusion, Diego's lips slightly parted. He shook his head to get his thinking straight. 'What did she do? Did she break anything valuable? Like his head?' Armando asked. 'I knew her going there wouldn't turn out good…'

He told her, Dora pretended to be as surprised as much as she could “What?, All of them?” She asked in disbelief “Well except me and my men and Ben that is. They were killed and unless I know who wasn't present I won't be able to pin point who did it” the Don said thoughtfully “What of Louis, was he present, cause we left him in Mexico “ Dora liked Louis, it was for that reason that she didn't kill him but now, this was a big issue, if she had to drag his name just to save herself then she would do so without second thoughts

He carefully looks over the table full of knife and tools of torture. “Now tell me Frank. Who are these men?” Frank looks at Veronica and hesitates for only a moment looking at the men. When his eyes settle on the man in the middle his face pales. “This is Diego Gonzalez and that is Mike Garcia. They are both simple foot soldiers. This one in the middle…he is Julius Molina. He is the cousin of El Jefe.” “How will El Jefe feel about his cousin dying here today?” “El Jefe is an understanding man and if it is deserved he will not question it.”