Luis Miguel Gay Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He clasped my hand with his large, warm one, and I couldn't help the tingles starting to form in my stomach "Lala," he noted. "Miguel Dela Fuente. You can call me Miguel," he proudly added, giving me a handshake. I could tell he's Hispanic. The way he spoke and pronounced his name with that accent sounded Latino to me. His facial features and tanned skin looked incredibly attractive. At first sight, I could absolutely tell by his appearance that he wasn't white. "Where 'you from? If it's not weird to know," I asked and fidgeted my fingers.

I would not have to live with him every day and every hour because Miguel was a famous goalkeeper and of great importance so he spent most of his time at the club training or traveling around Brazil to play. If I poison him maybe not even for a short time...good idea. Little by little I got to know more about Heitor and Lavinia. I discovered that although they were children and twins, they were children with different personalities. And that after Giselle's death, Heitor had become a little more aggressive and quiet, while Lavinia was more docile and needy. Having been a teacher of children I was used to children like that but I also knew that I had a long way to go.

“Don't go. It's better you don't go anywhere near her for now. Let her cry out her pains.” I sat down beside Luis, sighing. “Ignacio called.” Luis looked at me. “What did he say?” “Mr Javier didn't send the assassin to kill me. It was one of Delgado's men.” He narrowed his eyes, still staring at me. “Delgado? What does he have against you? Why does he want you dead?” “Delgado is Miguel,” I said. “Miguel. My step brother.” Luis turned to face me, his eyes widened. “Miguel is alive? He didn't die?” How is that possible?”

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.