John Lloyd Cruz Lock Novels & Stories

I also noticed the other men in black—Sandro and Andrew, if I remembered correctly—were Luciano's men too. "Don Lorenzo, Don Luciano... please. I swear I wasn't part of the conspiracy," Cruz begged, eyes locked on Luciano. Luciano let go of my hand and stepped forward. He gripped the man's jaw tightly, and his eyes—already dark—turned pitch black. "I believe you, Cruz. I believe you didn't orchestrate the conspiracy," he said coolly. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you go. You know why?" Cruz shook his head in fear.

He knew she would like it. I flashed him a forced smile, sniffing back the tear that wanted to drop and embarrass me. “I’m sorry, El.” He mouthed. But I wasn’t ready to hear anything from him. Lily walked back to where we were, taking his hand again. “Say something, babe. You make me feel like I’m the only one happy to know I’m back.” She said. Cruz was quiet for a while before he cleared his throat. “Eleanor, this is Lily, my real bride.” He informed.

I proceed to switch it on, and as soon as I do, I open the folder to read the contents. According to what I've read, the Cruz family is still in the hospital, and Jose was recently arrested for attempting to flee two cops; grate, now I have to wait for them to get out of jail and sign the documents; I don't know much about the wired phrases and words, but I know of some ways to learn what they mean; it may be a stretch, but I need to know what all of this means, or at least in a broad sense;

He could take his time I didn't mind, as long as I could get some information regarding the Cruz syndicate. Luis sighed in relief and placed his phone on my desk, facing me. “Sir, I've carried out the task you assigned me, and I have some information regarding it,” Luis began. As he said that, I leaned back in my chair, intrigued. “Go on, I'm listening,” I encouraged. “Well, Mr Javier received a letter of partnership from a well known syndicate in Russia; the Kuznetsov syndicate. They're planning to supply some of their armory to the Cruz syndicate,” Luis explained.

He looked at the screen and answered. "I’m listening," he said flatly. A voice from the other end began speaking quickly, giving him information. "Damien Cruz is indeed the son of Chairman Cruz. He has a mother and a brother. But he had a fallout with the family and moved here to the States." Victor listened carefully, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Anything suspicious about him?" Victor asked. "What was his last known activity?” "He was with Lyriel that morning," the man replied. "They went out together and came back about fifteen minutes before the performance started. After that, his next recorded location was his villa."

blood seeped past his lips as he talked with his body covered in different sizes of cuts and bruises of three different colors. "Yes...but let's talk about that later, what do you think you are doing now that I hate..." Cruz crouched in front of the man, as he fondled with a gun in his hands which was covered in black gloves. His features, his hair falling to his face made him look devilishly hot and cruel. 'How dare you behave innocent in front of me, when you are like this?'

"That child will not inherit our family name, nor any wealth of the Lopezes." "Don't worry, my beloved. I am not planning to change his name. Even though Leandro rejects him as his son, this child still deserves to carry on his name." The truth is, Franco Lopez and Leandro Cruz are actually good friends. In fact, they're partners in almost all of their business. However, for some unknown reasons, Mr. Cruz neglected his son. And not only that, he even maltreated him. Perhaps it is because his wife died after giving birth to Vincent, and he blames the child for that. Despite the loss, it caused the House of Cruz just for this child to be born, Mr. Lopez doesn't think Mr. Cruz should treat his

Lucas slid a tablet across the table and held it up for him to see. The screen came alive...his wife and children bound to chairs, their small wrists tied cruelly tight, mouths gagged. One of my men doused them in fuel, slick rivers staining their clothes. Another man crouched close, a lighter in hand, its flame flickering, ready to fall. De Cruz’s face drained of color instantly. I turned my gaze on him, my voice colder than death itself. “Did you just say you have nothing to lose?”

Cruz made a choking sound. “Come on Cruz. Please?” she turned to him. “I want to release it.” “He’s not going to be able to liquidate enough assets to pay you back in full in thirty days. Nobody wants to see it.” “We can blur his bits out and his raggedy ass.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “We’re talking about the video Liborio has of you and your housekeeper fucking in your car. You know, the married housekeeper with three small kids at home, one of which might be Cruz’s half-sibling.”

He stole a glance at Kayden and their eyes locked. His thoughts or rather their thoughts were confirmed by the sudden locking with the other's eyes. But they both pretended as if it's nothing and Justin withdrew his gaze with a beaming smile. In Imperial city, Lily Cruz, also referred to as Mrs Cross, was announced dead. The internet was flooding with her pictures and the news of her sudden demise.