Jorge Del Rio Novels & Stories

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.

"Magnus Jordan, you're getting the crates into the barn, fast!" Pedro Reyes growled, not even trying to hide his anger at the handsome, well-built physique man. What he was doing here had been a mystery to him ever since he had his first glimpse of the newest protégé of Carlos del Valle. Not only had that, solely by the outward appearance between his compatriots noticed massively, but it was also no secret that he did not have his drug use under control.

Camilla and Derek say in unison. "Next is Adrián Lopez. The smart one." He even looked it, with his geeky glasses, smart pants and suspenders. Don't let all that fool you, he's a player. "Jose-Antonio Guttierrez. We call him JAG." "And I am also the babysitter for the rest of these dumbasses." JAG adds making Camilla and Derek and the kids to laugh. "And last but not the least, Christiano Goméz." He smiles kindly and nods at them.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

"With all due respect, I don't want that. I'm no longer a boy. I and my wife have made a decision-" "A stupid decision." Ronald snapped. "Our personal decision." Donovan corrected, his stony gaze matching Ronald's in a heated moment of confrontation, marking the beginning of a confrontation that could either end in peace or jeopardy.

He has said multiple times I’m his mate, and only moments ago, yet he keeps on pushing. “Okay, okay, enough of that talk for one dinner, we haven’t even gone through one course,” Narissa sighs before taking a sip of the red wine one of the maids has poured out. Ryan looks between the two of us with a confused frown, “I suppose congratulations are in order then?” he says. I force a smile in return, before looking worriedly back at Oliver who has calmed down. His eyes closed and he seems to be trying to concentrate on breathing, before opening them and looking directly into mine, and giving me a genuine smile.

He yelled the last three words making Thompson flinch slightly. “He’s a fucking ghost Ed, no N.I. number, no car, no registered address, nothing, even Langspear comes back to a post office box which is never used, I got one of our boys at the post office to check it out. If Adair had told us about his meeting with him we could have followed him that day but as it is, all we know is he has a Highland accent, not much to go on.” he admitted.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

We have our rooms, our offices, everything we need, but under strict conditions. My boots thud softly against the polished floor as I hum a tune under my breath, trying to distract myself. But the sound of muffled crying stops me in my tracks. I freeze. No way. That can’t be Ryder. Ryder doesn’t cry. He’s the strongest man I know. Hell, the guy didn’t shed a single tear when his neck was nearly ripped open during training, he stood stoic, unshaken. But now… I step closer to his door, straining to hear, and the sound of broken sobs grows louder.

I removed the handkerchief from my nose and got out. Bella And I were shown the way inside the Del Rio Grande company. The company is owned by Ceo Alberto. As soon as I entered inside, a tall man standing at my height with an incredibly attractive physique greeted me. " It's nice to have you , Mr Brendon Devero. I'm Alberto del Rio," that man introduced himself. I took a quick glimpse of him. He was stacked in black tuxedo which was fitted to his slender body. His short silver blonde hair was similar to Eva's. And even he has ocean blue eyes like her's. Not to mention those shrap features of his jawline and nose.