John Paul Hernandez Novels & Stories

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Fabio quickly closes the door, and I yell for him to come back. "What is it?" He walks in with papers in his hands, and I gently push the man holding me aside. Rico gives me space and I get on my feet. "We suspect that this man is working for Ryan. He was among the men selected but he never showed up or sought permission for being absent" 9He says stretching the papers toward me. I grab the files from his hands and stare at the details written on them. Vincenzo Hernandez. He is forty-eight years old, not married but has a son, Matteo Hernandez. I look at the address below the paper and sigh.

millionaire. Januário Eulálio "Jango" Hilario Gonzales, was a (Rio de Janeiro, January 16, 1938 – São Paulo, August 5, 2022), was a Brazilian comedian, television presenter, writer, playwright, theater director, actor, and musician, he gained notoriety in command of television programs in talk-show format in Brazil, such as Jango Gonzales Onze e Meia between 1988 and 1999 on CBS and Programa do Jango, between 2000 and 2016 on Mundo.

I stuttered, struggling to form the words. I knew I didn't expect exciting news from her when she sent me that text but it wasn't this! I wasn't expecting these words! I thought she would complain about something her grandfather said and all, because that man from earlier was obviously the chairman of De Hernandez Dreamz. He was her grandfather and the man had a reputation already, if I had thought I had fully grasp the fact that Val had a whole new identity now then I was so wrong. Seeing Henry Hernandez, one of the most influential persons in the city of Mavila, parking and waiting for Val to get in his car gave me a whole new wave of reality check. I was stunned to say the least.

Well, they all looked rich enough to afford that. She hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet when she saw the familiar guy exit the hotel. He waved upon seeing her. She approached him. “Daphne Hernandez?” he said with a smile. She hesitantly nodded. Why Hernandez? Oh right, she was married to BK. “Y-you, what’s your name?” “Paul. Paul Madrid.” He held his hand out. Right, she remembered that name from when she looked him up on social media. She followed him quietly.

I looked down at my feet and I nodded at Maria to leave to her room within the chamber. “Papa!” Daniel cried out. He smiled and lifted our son in his arms, kissing him. “Hello, Aguilar. We have missed you deeply.” I said, watching as he extended his hand to me. I kissed his knuckle, and he smiled before putting a hand on my cheek. I leaned in toward his touch, giving in to it. “You seem to have been tiring your mother,” Aguilar said, turning his attention to Daniel. “Not at all, Alpha.” I said, not wanting Daniel to be the one to respond. “You know that his playing and his attitude is one that I love. I would not ask for more.”

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

I placed the plate on the table, no longer hungry as I grabbed a glass of whiskey. I didn't stay there for long as I moved towards the background, hiding from reality for a moment. I saw Helen walk around talking to everyone so amiably before she made her way to Beta Rodriguez. I thought he would dismiss her as he did in his office, but he surprised me when I saw her wrap her hand around his arm and whisper something in his ear.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.