Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio

The energy didn’t even spike. Angelo knelt beside her, gaze not missing the closing slash close to her wrist. Then he scMayad Mino’s wounds. “Explain this to me, please.”

That damn word rang in my head like a curse. I was never weak. Never. But tonight, I could barely keep my hands from trembling. I knew why and I fucking hated it. Diego leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey lazily. "So, let me get this straight. Your father is captured, your mate is missing. And you—" He pointed at me with an arrogant smirk. "—look like you’re about to pass out." Tyler chuckled, dragging out a cigar and lighting it slowly. "Never thought I’d see the great Damien looking like he’s been drained dry. What’s the matter, boss? Losing your edge?"

I mourn the loss of his smile, but whatever. I square my shoulders, and cover the remaining distance between myself and the dining table and take a seat opposite Stephano. His father – whom I’ve known to go by the name Vince Mendoza, the only don of the Miami Syndicate – puts down his cutleries and moves his chair backwards. “I’ll leave you two to it”, fixing button of his suit, Vince turns and leaves.

I slammed my palm against the steering wheel in frustration, the sound cracking through the silent car as rain started to hit the windscreen. I closed my eyes as tight as possible, and started reciting the prayer Father Theo gave to us in case we sinned….but when I uttered the first word, Damien's face popped into view….and to make matters worse, it wasn’t the girl from earlier between his legs. It was me.

"That's for bullying Audrey! Apologize now or forget about being my mate! And don't even think about setting foot inside our house today! Tell your parents to stop trying to force me into marking you!" I slowly stood, ignoring the pain, and looked them both dead in the eye. "I told you I'm not choosing you as my mate. I've chosen someone else as my mate." Just as I turned toward the door, the old Lycan King appeared at the entrance. "What's going on here?" he asked sternly. "Nothing," I said with a calm smile. Behind him stood Sven, dressed in a deep navy suit. He had recovered from his surgery and was now able to stand. Regal and composed, he radiated the commanding presence of a future Alp

he said, walking towards the bed to sit. As he sat on the bed, I took a seat beside him, trying to maintain a comfortable distance between us. Ignacio continued to talk about his business plans, but my mind was wandering elsewhere. I couldn't help but think about Drew and how much I missed him. I hadn't talked to him ever since he burst in on I and Cullen having sex. I interrupted Ignacio mid-sentence, "Excuse me, Ignacio. Can I use your washroom, please?" "Of course, mi amor," he said, pointing towards the bathroom.

Tracy Fong and Felicity Red were hogging the camera spotlight as usual, giving me enough time to find Colin who tried to cop a feel but ended up with a slap. Ignacio approached Colin who nursed his reddening cheek. “Hello there Mr Veneral, it’s rare to see you at such parties.” The pervert noticed me and gave me a wink. Suppressing the shivers up my spine, I smiled back shyly. “Well, it was hard to meet the CEO of Luna Services so when I heard your name was on the reservation list I knew I had to make it.” Ignacio chuckled. “I’m honoured. This isn’t a place to discuss business. We should move to a private room.”

Alfonso, too heartbroken to say anything shook his head in reply. Isabel took a glance around the room filled with elders, hoping that someone would raise any further objection but no one dared to breath a word. Her gaze settled on Ignacio, Carlos’ father whom she had invited to be part of the meeting. He was once her dad’s beta, not until he kept an important piece of information from her dad. “Do you?” She asked Ignacio, who was staring back at her, daring him with her eyes to voice out his thoughts. Ignacio looked away instead, causing Isabel to scoff with scorn. He was as weak as his son. She then went ahead to inform them of the reason why she set up the meeting, and as always they agre

he said, ending the conversation and leaving me behind. I planned to leave the room first before him but he ruined my plan, the audacity to leave me behind. I rolled my eyes and groaned while picking up my things and totally left the room. I was pre-occupied while walking down the hallway, bearing in mind the things Mr. Ignacio and I have talked about and not noticing the people I was meeting on the way and passing by. I've been hardly thinking about how firm Mr. Ignacio was, convincing me a little. But the moment I realized I was kind of giving in, I shook my head and insisted not to let myself be persuaded.

“How long, Death Knight. I didn't know that I would miss you so much. - I hate your ironic tone. Judith gives me a startled look and I snort in disbelief. I should remember that Ignácio is not your typical 100% cruel and scary mobster. He's just an imbecile dressed in black and with power in his hands... I stare at the young redhead in the most nervous way possible. “Judith, go upstairs and go to Mario. Now. She shrinks and gets down from the table where she was sitting, heading towards the exit. Ignacio laughs, looking at me with amusement. “Before I was an enemy of the family, I was Jud's favorite brother-in-law. - He says and gets up. He takes some whiskey and makes two glasses. — How was