Joey Diaz Novels & Stories

Inez said, resting her head on Mario’s shoulder. "His name sounds foreign?" Mario asked curiously. "Yes, he’s originally from Colombia, South America. I was on X yesterday and saw his post saying he wanted to visit Indonesia, so I messaged him. He’s a nice person, but you’ll have to speak English with him, Mario. Mr. Miguel Juan Diaz only speaks Spanish and English," Inez explained in detail. "Oh, okay. I can speak English, Inez. I used to compete in the Men’s Bodyshape contests, and there were Q&A sessions with the judges in English. During training camps, I also had trainers from outside Indonesia," Mario said.

“You’ll never get to Kizzy now. She’s his woman and way out of your reach.” “I don’t fucking care!” Joey screamed as if he were insane. “I need to see her dead! And I’m not waiting any longer.” He pointed his weapon at Breed. “I will kill you first, then Brian will give me the codes. And Kizzy needs to die finally. I’m so sick of them looking down on me and right now, I hold all the power.” “You?” Brian scoffed. “You don’t hold any power if you take it by force. Why can’t you understand that concept, boy? You are such a failure.”

Aguilar: “Did you call for Daniel?” I asked, asking about my son. My beta, Ezio, smiled and nodded. “He should be on the way, Alpha. We have already sent orders for them to be brought here from Moscow.” Ezio said, and I nodded, looking out the window of the office that was now my own. “Good, I have missed him terribly.” I said, and Ezio smiled. “Both he and Luna Ella have missed you too. You know, she has been waiting for your call and would be anxious to see you when she is back.” He said, and I nodded, not saying a word at the mention of my first Luna. The mother of my eldest son.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

I didn’t want him suspecting anything, and judging by his reaction, for now, I can tell that he doesn’t. “No, as my beta, you are the ONLY one to know about this. Donatello knows about this because he is my partner and Donato is obviously his son” I said, glaring at my beta whose frown deepened somehow. I didn’t respond to him as I looked at Donatello, the two of us sharing a silent message that I was thankful neither Donato or Carter picked up. The bait has been thrown, now all we need to do is see what we’re going to catch…

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

I’m a simple man who’s worked hard for his place among the mouth breathers known as the errand boys to the De Leone family. I started from the bottom as a snot nose kid running small dime bags from one street corner to another. Every cent I made was to get my come up’it’s when the time came, and came it did in the form of a well dressed man in a flashy as fuck Rolls Royce that was parked out side Dino’s place. Dionicio Falcon a.k.a Dino was known for stiffing his clients and boss. He was a grimy low life who always had his hand in his own supply or better said the man who came to pay him a visit’s supply.

I was still too fucking afraid to ask. "Adriana, sorry I haven't told you anything about what had happened. I didn't want you to have your episode. So, this morning when he was having brunch with a couple of executive producers, Liza his ex was there. She was livid and stabbed him with a steak knife. She got him on his shoulder, I haven't got more details. I want you to be brave okay baby? I'm here. He loves you... you know that right? He needs your support." I paled right away, Chris was still supporting my weight. I decided to sit down for a moment. "Right, damn it Drew. Why do these things keep on happening to me? I just wanted to be happy." I finally breakdown and cried on his shoulder.

I had to admit, Alina did a good job of healing his leg. "I was beginning to think you would never show up," the man's raspy voice mused, "My name is Grayson," he extended his hand and I gladly shook it, feeling at ease by his politeness, "You must be Zion. The boy daring enough to ask our little Alina to the dance."

Damian was with me all through, we cried, scream, and smiled together. We decided to name the twins Luis and Isabella, and oh my God, they are so too super cute. I'm so going to live my childhood dreams through these beautiful ones that I have been blessed with. We went back home after two days, and Damian has proven to be the best dad any child can dream of. who wouldn't want an awesome great dad who is loving and caring? and to top the chart, he is a trillionaire. The only thing missing in my picture-perfect family is my dad, but I guess life has a way of giving and taking back at will.