It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio Novels & Stories

“Woman, I don’t have the invitation in front of me. I don’t know the date!” “April 14th.” “Sure. Sure, I will. I will come.” She was doing something in the background and knocked over something. “Shit. Okay. It’s fine. Ignacio can fix it. Do you have a plus one?” “Wait, his name is Ignacio? You are marrying someone named Ignacio? What happened to Fabio? Or Alejandro? Were they already taken?” “You shut the hell up. I went to Spain and I met him there! I should just hang up on you!”

They had a light conversation about the weather and some food. " That guy from earlier... " Maximo suddenly said. " The dirty Guy..." " You mean Flamingo duress? " Eda asked. " Yes, that guy. I wouldn't want him to come back here and cause commotion. You should pay him back his money " " We do not have that amount for now son. I really wish I could pay, you know " Maximo let out a sigh at this . slowly his gaze fell on his finger and he dropped his fork.

She just makes me lose myself in front of her. ----------------------------------------------------- After ensuring Zoya was safe I went to my office and called my chief of guards informing him that I need a twenty four hour info about the where abouts of Domino the Spanish Mafia king. I am planning on making him suffer. I then call Nivin and tell him that it's time we execute the first part of the plan "COLLAPSING THE SPANISH MAFIA ..."

Then Marco Raguya turned his back after clapping to add insult to what he said and walked fast out of her room. Atty. Ninia Salamera’s jaw tightened because of anger.

I kneeled beside me and I turned over and shoved a pillow at his face. “Maria is Jason’s sister, Janice. I slept with her once years ago and she harasses me all the time.” He tried to explain but I couldn’t stop crying. “I’m so sorry Janice. Really, you have to believe me. I would never touch her. I haven’t touched her. And I had Jason remove her from the Cartel. She won’t be around anymore.” I felt Jameson grab my shoulder and I tried to ignore the sparks from him grip.

"How about I give you a little taste of home?" As Marco began speaking in a fluent, melodic Sicilian dialect, the color drained from Luca’s face until he looked like a ghost. His mouth hung open, but not a single sound came out. "Believe me now?" Marco chuckled. "I didn't even know we were neighbors until I saw the return address on a package you sent her. Angelina wanted to keep it a surprise. I guess you guys don't speak the dialect when you’re calling home, huh?" That last sentence was the final nail in the coffin. Luca and Fiona locked eyes, their faces ashen with the realization of what they had done.

I was so angry and disappointed in all of them because they had much more power than the human being, and they were also large in number. "Good morning, sir," Bruno said to me as he came to the front of where they were standing. "Bruno, where is the human that was snooping around here?" I asked him angrily. "Sir, we tried our best to catch him, but he escaped," he said in a very mild tone. "How did one man overpower all of you, and now that you guys did not catch him, why am I here?" I asked Bruno. "Sir, it was daytime, and we could not risk our identity in search of one man. We just chased him, and then he mixed up with the crowd, but he dropped his bag," he explained to me.

"When you're done being collateral damage, you can come find me." The room pulsed with silence. Noora’s throat was tight. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it wanted to escape her chest. She didn’t look at Luciano… she couldn’t, not when her insides were twisting thread by thread. Slowly, as if it cost her everything, she picked up the card. And walked out. The board remained frozen. No one dared speak. No one knew whose side to be on anymore. Luciano stared at the door she’d just disappeared through, his entire body humming with restrained rage. Icarus turned slightly, watching her retreat with something like triumph burning behind his lashes. Then he looked over his shoulder and met

The talk in the dining table is filled with happiness, with soft chatter here and there,yet i was never a part of the conversation. The dull corner of my heart eche. Packing my bag, i left for school. Same routine, same rule. Reaching school the first thing i notice was students, enthusiastically hoping towards the back gate . That remind me now of the union match. It's supposed to take place today . " Crap!" And worst , Luciano will be on the opposite team of the fighter. That's it. That's my called to disappear. I don't wanna be a mockery disaster once again. Not when Mark will be there. 'Luciano' s future beta.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.