Novel & Cerita La Vieja Confiable

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

I whispered back to him almost face palming myself at how pathetic I sounded, my voice coming out in almost a desperate squeak "Then I think we have our answers gentlemen" he muttered finally breaking eye contact with me and looking at the other men, I could still see the doubt hidden in their eyes but they couldn't speak up against Spade, asides the fact that he was the biggest shareholder, most of them already knew how dangerous he was and speaking against him would totally be a suicide mission.

Nothing about my demeanor would suggest I was worried or suspicious, even though I was watching everyone closely. It didn’t take long for Don Fabio and his wife to approach. I knew they would. Don Fabio was one of the oldest bosses still alive in our circle, very cunning too. He wasn't someone you could ever trust, especially with anything important. He was the type of man to switch sides if it meant his pockets would get fatter, and everyone knew it.

and in the middle of all that, I've never felt safer in all my life. And that's because of how these people think. They're not here for the U.S.!" She was turning red in the face as she yelled at Baker. "I was safe because Cáel vouched for me. Cáel vouched for me because Javiera told him I could be trusted. Their word is their bond. Their code of conduct is that basic. You've just broken Javiera's word and the consequences of the betrayal will be quite severe, I have no doubt." "Consequences?" Baker mocked.

I whispered back, my voice breaking, desperation thick in my words. “Bianca has no reason to lie,” he replied, unwavering. “We trust her with our lives, Lyra. Her family has served ours for generations. She would never betray us.” His faith in her was absolute, a foundation built over years of loyalty. I could feel the weight of his conviction, his certainty pressing against me, unmoving.

"I'm not so sure. I can't trust anyone. I can't also underestimate Mrs. Riley or Marcel anymore. This trick they just pulled for the embezzlement case is enough reason for me not to underestimate them. Who knows what they've had planned out?" "I don't know about any other person, but I think you can trust the old man. I have seen the way he looks at you and Raphael. That man admires you both so much, and I don't think he's going to go back on his words. Besides, I've heard he's a man of his word." "You're right, Ciara," I heaved a deep sigh. "I'm just trying to be open to any possibilities so I don't get too shocked."

The wine, a deep, blood-red Cabernet, was doing its job beautifully. It had melted the edges of the day, blurring the anxieties of my own life into a warm, pleasant hum. Laughter echoed in the high-ceilinged kitchen, bouncing off the gleaming stainless steel and expensive marble countertops. Most of it was Talia’s, my best friend. Her laugh was a bright, bubbly thing, utterly carefree. It was the laugh of a woman who had everything she’d ever wanted.

I had to swallow the scream. I couldn't let myself break down completely, because Lilibeth was just down the hall. Lilibeth. My fierce, observant seventeen-year-old, she already knew too much, already saw the cracks, heard the clipped tones, and carried a heavy, cynical sadness that didn't belong on the shoulders of a teenager, If she heard me crying like this, if she saw her poised, indestructible mother reduced to a sobbing wreck on a shower floor, the illusion would vanish entirely.

The old lady then gulped a mouthful of saliva before she started relaying the information she had received, "He… he is alive. " A sudden roar was heard from the darkness. The roar was so loud that even the old lady standing shook a little bit. Not long after, another set of words flowed towards the old lady, "Who? Who are you talking about? " The old lady shuddered. She quickly used one of her spells to create a protection barrier around herself. After confirming that she was fine she softly continued, " The one for whom you are waiting. The one for whom you stayed hidden. He... he is still alive. "

I whispered back, my voice breaking, desperation thick in my words. “Bianca has no reason to lie,” he replied, unwavering. “We trust her with our lives, Scarlett. Her family has served ours for generations. She would never betray us.” His faith in her was absolute, a foundation built over years of loyalty. I could feel the weight of his conviction, his certainty pressing against me, unmoving.