Leo Cruz Novels & Stories

"That bitch had the softest boobs!" Another roar of laughter filled the room. I placed a piece of beef into my mouth and chewed slowly, the taste bland on my tongue. Dolores makes the best homemade steak. But my taste buds died a long time ago. My eyes lifted and met Cruz’s. He didn’t look away, he just smiled. Then he set down his fork and knife and cleared his throat. The table quieted. The rest of the men straightened in their seats and turned to him. “El Cuervo,” Cruz began. “Thank you for having us over.”

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.

Revered in silence. The Vulture hated it. Because it reminded him of what he didn’t have. No name carved in marble. No bloodline. No sons who bore his mark. Just ambition and a tongue sharp enough to carve kingdoms from empires. He was ushered into a grand courtyard, where Santiago de la Cruz sat beneath an olive tree, dressed in linen and shadow, sipping espresso like a man who had never once spilled blood, though the world knew better. “Señor de la Cruz,” the Vulture said with a bow that was neither deep nor respectful, but just shy of insulting. “Gracias por recibirme.”

Chapter 27 Apollo didn’t dare remove Zeus without Esteban’s permission. Zeus Gravano was bold because he had a powerful backer, and he deployed his men without hesitation. Apollo couldn't kill Zeus without Esteban’s help. However, the situation had changed—Esteban intended to take over Laguna. All of Apollo’s worries disappeared. He believed in Esteban’s power. Despite being despised by hundreds in Laguna, he knew Esteban’s skills and knowledge. This son-in-law had a deep background hidden from the public.

One of them unlocked my handcuffs. Then I saw him. Lorenzo Cruz. Diabol’s nephew. He looked like he was raised in blood and money. Tall, at least six feet, with slick skin, a strong jawline, and broad shoulders. He wore a silk shirt and held his gun like it was a fountain pen. “Welcome back, uncle,” he said, hugging Diabol with genuine affection. He didn’t spare me a glance. Just walked off beside his uncle like I didn’t exist. Good. Maybe if I stayed invisible, I could find a way out of here.

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”