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Others had been taken as well. "He took all the Luna's," he gritted. The weight of the situation settled heavily upon us, especially for Cruz, whose mate had been captured. "I'm so sorry, Cruz," I said, stepping forward to stand by his side, assuming my role as his best friend and Beta. With a comforting squeeze of his shoulder, he straightened, determination flickering in his eyes. "We're going to get them back. They have no idea who they're dealing with. Attacking six powerful packs like this was the stupidest mistake they could make," Cruz declared, his voice filled with conviction.

Dennis's fingers were playing with Alden's hair. "What do you think about the situation of CRUZs?", Alden asked in tired voice. Dennis glanced at him, "CRUZs are facing their downfalls". "So, Is it true that Lilian Cruz tried to kill Daniel Cruz?", Alden asked him. "Lilian Cruz attempted to kill Daniel Cruz's mistress but he protected her and got shot and now Lilian Cruz is behind the bars and He is in the hospital", Dennis exclaimed truthfully and Alden nodded his head silently.

"Who's the cutest little kittycat that ever existed?" Donovan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned toward the other member of his team, Cruz. He shared a brotherhood with all of his teammates, but his bond with Cruz went beyond that. From their very first assignment together, Donovan knew he'd found a friend for life. Cruz was, at first glance, a rather unassuming fellow - the sort your eyes might skim right over. But upon closer inspection, a trained eye might realize that he was much more. Like many members of the Set, Cruz preferred to keep his past private. Everyone knew he'd worked as a spy in his previous life, but no one knew where or for whom. Donovan wasn't even sure Roth

He grabbed a handful of the man's jacket. "Your mamma." "What the fuck is going on?" Cruz strode into the room. A cold sweat broke out under Rogelio's arms. He didn't have anything to show for the few minutes he'd had with the mystery man. Fuck. "Boss-" "Shut up," Cruz snapped. He came to a stop a few feet from the prisoner, a sneer on his face. Never a good sign. "You must be that asshole Cruz everyone's been talking about." The black man grinned. One of his eyes was a little swollen, giving him a lopsided expression.

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.

It held the Cruz Trust agreement — a shell once used to sanitize high-value asset transfers, scrubbed and buried by his hand four years ago. Elise didn’t touch it. “You knew I kept a copy,” he said. “I counted on it.” “Why come to me now?” “You owe me.” “And if I said no?” “I’d find someone hungrier.” They stared at each other for a moment. Then Gerardo sighed. “You need the original?” “Yes.” “That’s locked.” “Then unlock it.” “You don’t want the copy?” “I want what they used to bury the truth.” He tapped the edge of the table with two fingers. “You’re digging in old graves, Cruz.”

In her car we found documentation and photos that incriminate you, such as the photos where you killed the real Pablo Altamirano. Maria De La cruz, knew that she should not mention any word that would put her integrity and that of her brother at risk, this scenario that was happening around her now, was planned, studied and rehearsed beforehand, it was not possible that something would fail, since Jeremias Lopez, knew perfectly what to say, and which story to tell, there was no way to make a mistake.

I exclaimed, rushing out of the corridor. “Señor Cruz found boot-prints on the basement blend-out, boss.” Milo had said, handing me the brown envelope, containing a photo print of two shoe soles. I had just gotten to Park’s garden, where they waited for me. Señor Cruz was standing aside. “I don't need the phototype of this crook's shoes, Milo! I need y'all to work and bring me the final result, that's my interest!” I retorted. “We were getting there, sir.” Señor Cruz chimed in, his face always pale and pink, but highly intelligent.

Cruz. Will this life destroy Aiden?