Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

” Lydia placed a hand on his arm. ”What is it you want to know?” He seethed. He might not have wanted to talk about it, but it seemed that he would give us the information we needed. His question was followed by silence, neither of us knew where to start and it looked like Carlos was about to shift. After a few minutes, amber was the one to break the silence. ”Malia is my mate.” She blurted out. Carlos eyes softened as he slumped back in his chair. ”What?” He gasped.

Shandra turned her head and saw Carlos who came looking at her. "Do you know about them?" asked Shandra, pointing toward the door. Carlos sighed, didn't know what to say because Shandra would be furious. "Carlos, tell me!" cried Shandra angrily. "Shandra...they, they just want to do what they're supposed to do like they normally do...You know for yourself that they loved each other before," Carlos said, finally being honest. Shandra immediately became emotional and immediately entered the room. Carlos immediately followed her until they arrived in the room and surprised Oskar and Elena who were chatting with Elena who was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Oskar's shoulder.

I tried to keep my voice steady, but it came out more like a whimper. There was a pause before he responded. "I had some business to attend to. I didn't think Carlos would be a complete fool." I sniffled, wiping the tears off my cheeks. "Who is Carlos?" Matteo's voice was smooth. "Carlos is someone who works for me. He's...not always the most subtle person." I scoffed. "That's an understatement." We remained silent for a few more minutes, the only sound was the soft low music coming from the radio.

“Take the bitch and kill everyone else!” Carlos’ men begin to fall beneath the barrage of Victor’s men. Taking Mal’s hand, I look at Val and gesture to a stairway near them. “Go inside!” Nodding, Val and Dominic run in. Taking Mal’s hand, I lead her to the door, but some of his men block our way before we can. They try to shoot Carlos, but one of his men pushes him to the shelter of a nearby column leaving Mal, and I open to attack. I try to fight off one of the men, but it’s difficult to do when we’re surrounded. Carlo's men continue to shoot at the men trying to help.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

Carlos said and turned to leave. “Where is Gil?” Mark questioned. “Probably, somewhere at the beach having quality time with his family,” replied Carlos walking to the door. “That is not his family. She is my wife.” “And he is his son. You were not able to keep them happy. Now they have slipped away from your palm and you cannot do anything about it,” replied Carlos. Mark glared but Carlos didn’t stand to hear him. He left the room leaving Mark all alone again. He glanced at the cane fish and tried to pick it up but it was attached with the rod which got him an electric shock. He angrily kicked the cane and pinched his nose bridge.

However the car poses the better option. My hands slip on the frost slick handles, and after a few moments of struggling, Malik comes up behind me. Clearly he is confused, yet he doesn't say anything. He opens the door for me, as I dive into the car, settling into the seat with my foot tapping anxiously on the floor. Malik is nonchalant, despite how bothered he looks. I kept my eyes cast at my knees, my fingers crossed. Through my peripheral vision, I can see him staring at me.

" The front man asked. I suppose he's the Pedro. Looking closely at the sticks in their hands, they had nails driven to it, halfway. These guys are surely up for a fight. Four of them. I might not have known Carlos for a long time, but he definitely doesn't have the physique of a fighter. "Come on Pedro, let's sit down and talk about this." Carlos proposed. "Sit and talk? It's been a month Carl, I haven't heard from you or even seen you."

, he stated carelessly making Alice glare at the imaginary image of him. “Carlos you bribed them with ice cream!! Who does that?!”, she asked with her hand threw in the air in dismay. Carlos frown over the phone,”was that what they told you, that I bribed them to keep quiet? Oh such little traitors! they begged me for that ice cream and now they are calling it a bribe? Huff! So ungrateful those ones!”, he muttered lowly. Hearing his huff over the phone made Alice rolled her eyes, the man she was currently talking with was Carlo Rodriguez, the son of the multimillionaire Santiago Rodriguez. He’s managing the Rodriguez companies but has the links to the dirtiest and deadliest gangs, mafia and

Damn. "Hello." I turned my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes met with that of a very dark one, his stare making me feel intimidated. "You made a wise choice." He suddenly let out. "E-excuse me?" I asked him. "You didn't answer the queen, when she called you a bitch." "Queen?" "Yes, that was Malia Frenzo- a Mafia Queen you definitely don't want to mess with." "B-but she's too young." "What can we do about it?" He asked with a sigh. I didn't know the answer to give him. He smiled. "I'm Carlos...Follow me, I believe we have something to discuss."