Leo Cruz Novels & Stories

Then it hit me. "Lopez..." I breathed while nodding. Cyrus stood up from his chair and started to pick up the empty boxes of the chinese takeout he bought on his way back here. I watched him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I still can't believe that Cyrene is his sister but, something's not right. "So, if she is your sister, why is she not using Steele? Why Lopez?" I asked then I saw the way his body tensed.

When it felt like something just clicked,he looked at the video again, zoomed in ,then he instantly recognized him. Leon cross.

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.

His gaze locked onto Yang Xiao’s eyes were filled with a killing intent. “Kid, do you know who I am?” Zeus questioned coldly. Yang Xiao sneered and said, "I don't care who you are. You dare to plot against the little girl Ling'er here. Then you are destined to face a tragedy today!" "A tragedy? Really? With just you?" Zeus laughed disdainfully. Then, Zeus said coldly, "It seems that it's necessary to introduce myself. My name is Zeus. I'm the leader of the Curtain of Night, one of the six European clubs!"

Cruz was surprised to see the wealthy son of Montero's to be at their door. "Good morning Senyorito Lexter," Mrs. Cruz greeted Lexter with respect as the son of their boss and no one had offended them or disrespectful to the Montero family. "Is Yaze around?" Lexter Montero asked. "I'm sorry Senyorito, she is at work in the restaurant today," Mrs. Cruz said in a respectful voice. "Oh okay, please give this to her," Lexter Montero said giving a wrapped box. "Yes, Senyorito. Thank you," Mrs. Cruz said bowing her head.

she inquired. "Oh, of course, I just received reports from the field earlier," Enzo said, with a snap of his finger as he retrieved the folder from his side table and began flicking through the pages. "Luca Hendrix, also known as Lucio Heralde, is the head of the Heralde cartel in America. Their reach extends beyond the US markets, and they are steadily expanding into the Asian markets as well. In fact, the group might be difficult to infiltrate because of how strict their cover-up is all the time."

"How about paella? Antonio is Spanish and he prepares a killer one.” "I guess that's okay,” I mumbled indifferent. "Hey, I can go find him and drag him with us,” he said leaning towards me as if it were a secret when he opened the door for me to get in. "In the glove compartment I have scopolamine, rope and tape in case of kidnapping...” “How the hell do you do it?” I looked at him fascinated by not being able to hide my smile “Whenever I try to stay mad or upset, you come and go with something like that...”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He bent, brushed a hand against her hair—soft, almost tender—and straightened again. Then, quiet, steady, a vow bled from his lips: “Alejandro Cruz will burn. And I’ll use you to strike the match.” The words hung in the darkness, heavy as ash. And the fire was only beginning.