Jaime Reyes Novels & Stories

The Batangas estate was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting golden light across the garden. Celia sat beneath the shade of a bougainvillea, a porcelain teacup in her hand, her face pale but calmer than it had been in weeks. The illness had weakened her, but today she looked almost serene, her eyes soft as she watched the breeze stir the flowers. Jaime arrived straight from Bicol, his clothes still carrying the dust of travel. He paused at the edge of the garden, watching her for a moment. She looked fragile, yet dignified, the matriarch who had carried the Del Carmen name through storms.

“Your boss already told you why I’m here today. If anyone would like to talk to me or has any useful information, let me know. As it is, I’m simply collecting information right now. Don’t mind me, eh?” Jaime dried his hands. He was shaking, he realized. When the sheriff caught his gaze, the older man gave no hint that Jaime was the one he really wanted to talk to. But his smile turned into what could only be considered a smirk, like he’d spotted his prey and was just lying in wait for it to fall into his trap. Refusing to lie in wait, Jaime went up to Sheriff Jennings, extending his hand. “Jaime Martínez. I’m the executive chef here.”

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

He leans down, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other tipping Julian’s chin up with two fingers. “It already has,” Jamie says. “Three times this month. I don’t tolerate lateness. Or excuses.” Julian’s pupils dilate. “What’s the consequence, Mr. Reyes?” Jamie’s smile is slow. Dangerous. “Get up. Hands on the desk.” Julian stands—unhurried—turns, braces both palms flat on the glass surface. Jamie steps behind him—chest to Julian’s back—hands sliding up Julian’s arms, pinning them in place.

She turned it on and a google search on Joseph King came up. “I was just trying to figure out who he was and what he was capable of. Jensen, he has done some horrible things and always gets away with it. I just don’t want to lose you. I have already lost my family, I can’t lose you too. Please stay with me in Rome.” I laughed and this upset her more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” I stopped laughing and looked at her. “I am laughing because he may be dangerous, but I am worse. He won’t even know what hit him when I am done with him. I can promise you that.”

I watched with mild amusement as the woman’s cheeks reddened a deeper shade and briefly wondered if that was how I looked when Adrian talked silly with me. Up close, I could take a good look at them. The man, Jason Reyes, the CEO of Reyes Enterprises was a very handsome man with chocolate brown hair carelessly arranged on his head and silver eyes. He was tall, maybe the same height and built as Adrian, and had a sharp jawline that, without a doubt, must have made the ladies swoon. Not that it would do the ladies any good now because he had recently been married, and very much in love with his wife, if their interactions and glances were anything to judge by. They just happened to be in Franc

“You do know, Liam. You just don’t want to say it.” Liam’s jaw tightened. “Don’t start.” “Then tell her the truth,” Damien said quietly. “Tell her what the Reyes family actually does.” My stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?” Liam stopped pacing. His eyes were on me now, the calm in them gone, replaced by a storm of regret. “The Reyes family isn’t what you think, Kayla. It’s not just a name. It’s an organization—powerful, old, and dangerous.”

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I asked him when I saw his eyes narrow into slits. “Emilia, I don't have to answer your questions. Now you better come back to the pack with me.” he threatened when I shook my head. “I have already found my second mate, Luis. I am not going to throw my one chance of happiness to come and live in that hell hole again.” “Second chance mate? You have got to be kidding me.” he asserted when I shook my head and wrapped my hands around Andres’s biceps. “I am not. I am now Beta Rodriguez’s mate.” I told him when I saw him look at Andres.

I drawled, as though only now remembering, “…that your Beta was injured. Kai, isn’t it? A shame. From what I gathered, he was… loyal. I do hope he recovers. It is a shame to lose such good men, as they are not very easy to find.” Liam stiffened, his nostrils flaring, but he said nothing. He knew I was fishing, knew I wanted to see how deep Kai’s wound cut him. He knew that I was playing this game carefully. I was letting him know that I was keeping an eye out. Only, I was sure to do it from a distance where I knew that he wouldn’t be hearing about ti.