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.”

It still seemed too jumbled for me to make any sense of it, especially given my lack of tech knowledge. Juan Hernandez was forwarding me the most recent picture of Ed that he had on file. While I waited for the picture to come in, I plugged into my modem. Paige, dial Hernan Smith. She patched the call through and on my heads up display I saw a still frame image of Hernan. His dark black skin popped against his white, cheap collared shirt. His profile picture was without smile. I'd asked him once why he didn't show any emotion on the picture. He told me that having a good poker face was key to being a good detective.

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."

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

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.”

When he had left, he was scared and conflicted but now, it was pure and unbridled anger. "Understood," Hernandez replied quietly even though Juan had meant for the man on the phone to do that. But somehow, it still had to do with Hernandez because he was Juan's most trusted man and the one who handled most investigations for him. The other person who Juan could trust was Dante who was currently overseas helping in his wine trading business to close a deal with a bottling company. Dante was the oke in charge of overseeing the vineyard and other affairs here and abroad. He has other men who were loyal, helping him oversee other illegal parts of his business, like his drug importation and expor