John Paul Hernandez Novels & Stories

Hernandez gave a mocking smile, “he's not your son, John. You're the one who cut off with him, right?" Damn it. John clenched his fists tightly—trying hard not to kill Hernandez who was sitting quietly in front of him. Mikael… how far did his son go in the underworld? Why he once trusted Hernandez as his business partner? Mikael trusted the wrong person, and he made Hernandez know their deepest problem

“So, what can I do for you, Marvin?” “I’m not going to waste any time. I heard Danny Hernandez is in your unit—“ “Oh, no, no, no!” Daniel argued. “I don’t know what’s going on with this Hernandez versus Castillo beef, but I have a family—so I’m staying out of it.”

Looking down at Hernan, there was only one thing for me to do while I waited for the sun to go down. Paige, call Senator Juan Hernandez.

Pedro Hernandez Smith spent the entire time prattling on about our company, talking about Max's great achievements, as if I cared. He said that Hernandez Companies is among the most profitable in the United States due to its significant business expansion, both in casinos and in the partnerships we formed with other companies, such as the electric car brand, CIO. MaxMidia was a company Max decided to found from scratch in recent years, and it seems to be fully operational, so much so that most news outlets cite it as sources.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Most were harmless, many claiming to be married. Her fourth partner was someone she recognized; he was quite handsome for a blonde. It took her a few minutes of careful dancing to figure out who he was. He looked every bit the English knight, from his accent to his attire. Unlike the others, he didn’t need to count to keep time, which allowed him to engage her in conversation. "You look stunning, Lady Hera." His voice was smooth as silk. Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Mr. Grady." "Just call me Shawn. Your formality is hurting my feelings."

A few visitors were scattered around, admiring the art in quiet awe. At the far end of the room stood a man in a suit, clearly waiting for him. Allen recognized him — one of the foreign partners he had been negotiating with. “Mr. Allen,” the man greeted with a polite smile. “Or should I say, Mr chairman.” Allen laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Please, I'm just a simp for the Rodriguez family. The group is just too much for me to carry.” “Yet you are the reason this company is standing,” the man laughed.

The time is not right. The warrior takes a break from my back as Alphonse steps in front of the bastard next to me. He’s got an attitude and he’s bleeding from his head. I recognize him as Paul, I didn’t see him often, but he was assigned to clean up. He came in after events from dinner to parties and got rid of the mess.

Nobody has called her by her stripper name in so long, specially Jana. The word sounds so foreign coming from her fleshy lips, it leaves Althea disoriented. Jana walks out of behind Diaz and extends and arm for Althea to take. The younger understands, bowing before walking to Jana until a long arm blocks her way. The man next to Diaz slides forwards, passing a hand over his ash blonde hair. “Well, well, well, what do we have here,” He says with a snakelike smile. “Diaz Cartel, you didn’t tell me you were hiding such a beautiful fairy. My name is Hernandez, what is yours, Sugar.”

And Giuseppe didn't even respect him. And Hernandez… he had never slipped up. Not once. Every time Juan sent him out, things were done exactly the way he wanted. He never talked too much. He always gave results. He had held men back from crossing Juan. He had made sure the streets stayed clean of loose mouths. He was loyal—he had to be. That was the part that didn’t make sense. Nothing ever went wrong when Hernandez handled things so it could not be possible. What was even Hernandez goal? To kill him?